Quotes About Reality

It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.

I am a lie who always speaks the truth.

The matters I relateAre true lies.

I am a lie that always speaks the truth.

I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.

The exact contrary of what is generally believed is often the truth.

We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.

so each day brought a further descent into the depths of concrete existence and a further ascent toward the heights of abstraction.

That intersection between dream and reality is what I am attempting to capture here, akin though it is to trying to pinpoint the origin of the Iliad, or what would later become the Roman Empire, or Michelangelo's Moses, or the theory of gravitation. Nonetheless,

Rompre avec les choses réelles, écrit Chateaubriand, ce n'est rien. Mais rompre avec les souvenirs !… Le cœur se brise à la séparation des rêves. »

Cum reu?e?te adev?rul s? se desprind? din aparen?ele care îl ascund ?i totodat? îl constituie? Izbucne?te, într-o seara, cu brutalitate? Sau î?i croie?te drum încet în mintea oamenilor?

Nu e de ajuns s? spui c? timpul domne?te asupra lumii: lumea e timpul.

nici unul din noi nu este nimic altceva decât ceea ce lumea din jurul lui a hot?rât c? este.

universul nostru era dominat de o idee, ?i poate numai de una, dar ea ne f?cea s? ne sim?im foarte siguri pe noi. For?a acestei idei venea în totalitate din simplitatea ei. ?i anume c? lucrurile sunt ceea ce sunt.

Descopeream c? lumea avea multe înf??i??ri care se negau una pe cealalt? ?i c? nu era nimic altceva decât un m?nunchi de puncte de vedere reciproce care se cuprindeau succesiv.

But the ultimate question is, Do the eyes receive other things than what the mind projects on them; aren't they really mirrors reflecting the mind's emissions? Perhaps we live in a world invented by ourselves.

L'amour n'a jamais le visage qu'on lui voudrait; au lieu d'être doux et discret, il encombre, il blesse.

Right, right," I say, knowing that, one, I'll never be anywhere near one hundred and seventy feet deep, and two, I'll never forget I can't breathe without air.

I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you.

Would it perturb you to see things as they are? To gaze at the world tranquilly and accept responsibility for your gaze, whatever it might see?

You must now go home, where everything -- you can be quite sure -- will be falser than here....You must go now. You'll leave by the right, through the alley....

If I have viewed them from a certain angle, it is because, seen from there, that is how they looked--which may be due to prismatic distortion, but which is therefore what they also are, though unaware of being it.

Divine departed as she would have desired, in a mixture of fantasy and sordidness.

one must love the Circus and despise the world.