Quotes About Reality

De sier hun er melle firti og femti, men hun er mindst seksti, ropte han, og er slikt menneskelig? Gå og vifte med næseborene akkruat som med kaninører når hun er i støvets år og alder.

Hvad vinding er det i grunden endog rent praktisk talt at man ribber livet for al poesi, al drøm, al skjøn mystik, al løgn? Hvad er sandhet, vet De det? Vi bevæger os jo frem bare gjennem symboler, og disse symboler skifter vi efterhvert som vi skrider frem. Lat os forresten ikke glemme glassene.

Han måtte rehabilitere seg ved et bedrag; når han lot gjelde at han var som andre, at han var kommensurabel, så måtte jo stakkaren bruke sin egen målestokk og overtale seg til å tro på den. Han hadde kanskje sin lille lykke ved dette, han hadde iallfall ingen annen. Kunst altsammen altså? Kunst altsammen. Men intet dårlig kunstverk.

Die Wahrheit hat keinen Erfolg.

En la Naturaleza, la verdad supera en belleza a todo lo que puedan imaginar nuestros poetas, que son los únicos encantadores que existen.

Cuando uno presta atención a las reacciones del público que visita un parque zoológico, advierte el despilfarro de una piedad sentimental, en la conmiseración que despiertan animales que se encuentran perfectamente, mientras que casi nadie se da cuenta del verdadero sufrimiento, que también existe en la mayor parte de los jardines zoológicos.

How old are you?" "Physiologically, I'm twenty-five. Chronologically, I'm…not.

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

Admit it: you Photoshopped your carnates.

Vrekeners actually exist? L, The King

I turned to Cyclops. "You're going to stay here with Finn and Matthew." Talking to the animal always made me feel ridiculous (though he was smarter than most beasts—and I might actually be communicating with Lark). In CLC, the loony bin I'd been clapped up in, patients had only been allowed to watch classic shows on cable, like Lassie. I feared any second I was going to say, "What's that, Cyclops? Timmy fell down a Prepper well?

So . . . gods are real?" Aric nodded. "That's how the game came about. They grew bored.

Every person defines reality in his own way. And every person figures that anybody who doesn't agree with him has got to be irrational.

I'm convinced that each human being more or less builds his own reality. You are what you believe you are. We make images in our minds of what will be---based on what we believe or want, what we're afraid of---

it depends on whose reality you're using for rules. You just have to remember that, and then you can see that nothing should be taken absolutely seriously. Personally, I always like to use my own reality as a standard.

What the mind believes the body will often make reality. Dr. Woodhouse to Caulder and Ginny.

So every person sets up his own rules, and then uses them to judge everybody else. You just have to realize that.There is no real normal. You have to just decide what you believe. And stay open to new ideas. For the time being I am using my own concept of reality as a guide. Ginny to Caulder and Micheal

You are what you believe you are.We make images in our minds of what will be based on what we believe or want, what we're afraid of. Dr. Woodhouse to Caulder and Ginny

We talk about normal, and for legal and practical reasons set a bar for expected societal norms. But can any of us really claim normality?" Rese

Jiminy had held vague ambitions of becoming a private eye or a feisty attorney. But these aspirations had taken a backseat to the day-to-day responsibilities of just getting by.

People react primarily to direct experience and not to abstractions; it is very rare to find anyone who can become emotionally involved with an abstraction. The longer the bomb is around without anything happening, the better the job that people do in psychologically denying its existence. It has become as abstract as the fact that we are all going to die someday, which we usually do an excellent job of denying.

There's nothing like gunfire to drive the glamour from words.

My people have been wearing green glasses on their eyes for so long that most of them think this really is an Emerald City.

I never deal in transformations, for they are not honest, and no respectable sorceress likes to make things appear to be what they are not.