Quotes About Reality

The real reality is something we create every moment of every day, that realities spin off from our decisions in every second we've alive.

I told him point-blank so there would be no mistake: This person he wanted to know better did not exist; I was who I seemed to be from the outside. That would never change.

Honesty was often just a way of being cruel.

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's defiance in that, too.

It was what my mother said sometimes-to be mindful that the universe beyond still existed, that we did not know what lived there, and it might be terrible to reconcile ourselves to knowing so little of it, but that didn't mean it stopped existing. There was something else beyond all of this, that would never know us or our struggles, never care, and that it would go on without us. My mother had found that idea comforting.

There's nothing to this world,' he said, 'but what our senses tell us about it, and all I can do is the best I can on that information.

Back there, I had always felt as if my work amounted to a futile attempt to save us from who we are.

And a soul is just a delusion that lives in the body. No delusion survives death. Death is more honest than that.

I was alive, and from past experience I knew in time I would forget enough to again pretend that we could someday be free.

Sometimes I feel as if we live in hell and don't even realize it. The lacerations are endless. The lies we accept, the rituals we perform. All these useless acts.

What does the border look like?" A child's question. A question whose answer means nothing. There is nothing but border. There is no border.

That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. *

In the city, the line between nightmare and reality was fluid, just as the context of the words killer and death had shifted over time. Perhaps Mord was responsible. Perhaps we all were.

I think this is an asylum. But so is the rest of the world.

It did not care about your belief system, your grasp on reality, the excellence of your analysis or your senses, for the anti-story of the story-creature became story by retelling effortlessly what lived at the core of you.

The real reality is something we create every moment of every day, that realities spin off from our decisions in every second we're alive.

the longer I looked the more certain I became that these figures were real and living, though perhaps not according to the standards that the camera and the biologist would insist upon.

Nothing that lived and breather was truly objective-even in a vaccum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

once he was cocooned by its embrace, he would be too indoctrinated to perceive it.

A bird can be a bat. A bat can be a piece of floating plastic bag. Way of the world. To see things as other things.

bukan sekadar membaca, tetapi mempertemukan antara satu buku dengan yang lain, mempertemukan mereka dengan realitas lalu menemukan sintesis dan membuat tulisan kita sendiri.

The truth of the scholar, alone in his study, does not always accord with what the world at large considers to be true.

La memoria es engañosa porque está coloreada por los acontecimientos de hoy.

La distinción entre pasado, presente y futuro es sólo una ilusión.