Quotes About Reality

She wasn't some little princess from the suburbs who just graduated college with a humanities degree, she knew what people were really like.

making our way through a theme movie night (we'd picked out four films in which the ending is probably the main character's dying hallucination: Taxi Driver, Minority Report, The Shawshank Redemption, and Mrs. Doubtfire). In

you had wired-up glasses, you could overlay your view with their feed—literally see the world through their eyes, blotting out your own reality completely.

John glanced around, half expecting to see a disheveled Dave pulling himself up from some spot on the floor. He'd be squinting, his hair matted down, looking like he'd just been shit out of a dinosaur.

We fixed him just by telling him that he wasn't crazy, that the horrors he was seeing were real. He seemed oddly comforted by that. He was a lawyer.

My next novel will be the third volume in the John Dies at the End series, and in fact may already exist, again depending on when you're reading this.

And I see her and she'd look up at me with those green eyes and I think, hey, saving the world, that's Hollywood bullshit. The best I can do is save this little bit of the world, this little corner that me and this girl stand in.

A ghost sighting is usually nothing more than your brain trying to put a familiar face on something that does not have a face at all.

You don't even exist. We're all just a figment of my cock's imagination.

And I'm not crazy. I mean, I know anybody can say that. But a crazy person can't fake sane, right?

when you look at the world, you put on the goggles of custom, habit and tribal wisdom lest the truth make you insane [...] you see the world reflected in your own image; you see yourself reflected to the image of the world [...]

The deep structure of the universe is pure consciousness.

Each quantum event, each of the trillions of times reality's particles interact with each other every instant, is like a note that rings and resonates throughout the great bell of creation. And the sound of the ringing propagates instantaneously, everywhere at once, interconnecting all things. This is a truth of our universe. It is a mystical truth, that reality at its deepest level is an undivided wholeness. ~ David Zindell

If there is no true creation then there is no true reality. If nothing is real, then man is not real; man in some fundamental sense does not exist. Reality is all a dream, and worse, it is less than a dream because even a dream must have a dreamer to dream it. To

1620Each quantum event, each of the trillions of times reality's particles interact with each other every instant, is like a note that rings and resonates throughout the great bell of creation. And the sound of the ringing propagates instantaneously, everywhere at once, interconnecting all things. This is a truth of our universe. It is a mystical truth, that reality at its deepest level is an undivided wholeness. ~ David Zindell

Is it fucked?" I asked. She nodded. "Cancer." She whispered it so lightly I almost didn't hear. Then the word flew over and smacked me.

There are so many ways to think about almost everything. And none of them is nearly as round as reality.

Think deliberately. Use this remarkable gift of consciousness to direct your thoughts rather than being pushed around by reality.

We can decide to go to our favorite spot in nature or listen to a piece of music that lifts us into a state of ecstasy. We can change the broadcast channel, turning off the news and tuning to the words and energy of an inspirational teacher instead. We can make a conscious decision to lift our attention from ordinary local reality to the sublime nonlocal signal of the universal mind.

reality is not fixed, but fluid, and hence possibly open to influence" (McTaggart, 2007).

Consciousness and matter interact with the fields around you, and the result is material reality.

What I'am learning is the world laughs through its ass every day, then just lies double-time when shit goes down. It's like we're on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push at it, stretch it, it will never be enough. You kick at it, beat at it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment you leave dying.

The Quantum Mechanic will fix your car, but it won't work unless you observe him fixing it