Quotes About Reality

Sometimes the truth is dramatic.

Sex can look like love if you don't know what love looks like.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.

For all she knew, he could be a criminal, although she didn't think so. She repressed a hysterical laugh. Did she think he had an honest face? Black and blue and honest all over?

If you cannot find the truth where you are, Where do you expect to find it? —Master Dogen

Chamberlain -- he was bigger than Shaq, just as strong as Shaq, ran just as good as Shaq, rebounded better.... Everybody thinks the new players are bigger, stronger, faster and smarter. But they are not.

There was no deeper truth in the mundanity of violence. That truth sat on the surface and required no mining at all.

If you pay attention to the world, it's an amazing place. If you don't, it's whatever you think it is.

There will always be people who will judge a situation, even without looking at the evidence, in order to avoid having to believe in the reality and power of God. So I told the press on no uncertain terms, 'Some of you guys don't want to believe God healed me. Well, He really did heal me, and if you got a problem with that, don't ask me no more questions'.

Standing in the back of the dark opera house and gazing at the huge stage before them, gay with gold-scrolled scenery and sumptuously costumed singers, the air vivid with bright music, was one of the most enthralling experiences of Blanche's life. For a time, she forgot her doubts about reality in the sheer delight of illusion. But, as Rose reminded her during the intermission, perhaps it wasn't illusion. Perhaps it was a glimpse of what reality was really like.

Most travel is best of all in the anticipation or the remembering; the reality has more to do with losing your luggage.

Karma, then, is the arrangement of our life so that we learn. It is not some impersonal mechanism that just lands on us. In this sense, we go through everything we go through because something very deep within us requires it, in order for us to become who we ultimately are and need to be. It is, always, the ultimate reality of the universe flowing through us, being us, and coming to its own fruition in and through us.

The process of meditation involves gradually shedding our multitude of opinions-built-upon-opinions of how things are, and becoming more and more aware of the literal, non-conceptual substratum of all our thinking—the substratum which is reality itself.

So what to do? . . . She shook her head impatiently. Choice is a largely delusional concept, her tutor used to say. Whether in politics, morals or shopping, we have far less than we imagine. In the end what we have to do often doesn't even figure on our list of pseudo-options.

Reginald Hill

Buses and trains both set you thinking, but not in the same way. Trains give you a rhythm, sent you into dreams, cut you off from reality. Buses were always stopping and starting; traffic, road-junctions, lights; and of course, bus-stops. The world you passed through was observable. And real. So was the world inside your head. Buses were good places to worry on.

Facts may be colored by the personalities of the people who present them.

What a terrible thing for a man to believe! Since when is dishonesty a group characteristic? You have no monopoly on the truth.

Históricamente, Cuba había escapado siempre de la realidad gracias a la sátira y a la burla. Sin embargo, con Fidel Castro, el sentido del humor fue desapareciendo hasta quedar prohibido; con eso el pueblo cubano perdió una de sus pocas posibilidades de supervivencia; al quitarle la risa le quitaron al pueblo el más profundo sentido de las cosas.

pues lo real, se dijo, o intuyó, esparciendo un gajo, oscureciendo un follaje, creando un nuevo matiz, no está en el terror que se padece sino en las invenciones que lo borran, pues ellas son más fuertes, más reales, que el mismo terror...

I came to realize that my path to knowledge would not lead me to libraries, professors, universities, and studies. My path to knowledge was through living life and experiencing reality. I could learn plenty secondhand, but nothing was ever to surpass the experiences I had in the wilderness. All my knowledge of social, scentific, and religious issues has been acquired through personal experience.

For it depended entirely on me as to whether the myth of the mountain was to be transformed and the path found between the supernatural and reality. It was in me that all expectations were vested.

Più in alto salivo, più in alto andavo, più mi era chiaro che il mondo sarebbe andato avanti a esistere anche senza di me, e che tutti gli dei sarebbero scomparsi con l'umanità. Perché sono proprio gli uomini che creano gli dei.