Quotes About Reality

La política era algo que se había centrado en el ego, como una nube que parece sólida pero en realidad no es otra cosa que vapor.

Life itself has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates of Einstein, of revolution. In this new projection, the best-known formulas and objects become displaced, fantastic, familiar-unfamiliar. This is why it is so logical for literature today to be drawn to the fantastic plot, or to the amalgam of reality and fantasy. ("The New Russian Prose")

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

Do you believe that you will die? Yes man is mortal I am a man ergo... no that isn't what I mean. I know that you know that. What I am asking is, have you ever actually believed it? Believed it completely? Believed not with your mind but with your body? Actually felt that one the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be icy and yellow? No, of course you don't believe it. Which is the reason why up until now you haven't jumped from the tenth floor to the pavement.

Our gods are here, below, with us---in the office, the kitchen, the workshop, the toilet; the gods have become like us. Ergo, we have become as gods.

To feel one's self, to be conscious of one's personality, is the lot of an eye inflamed by a cinder, or an infected finger, or a bad tooth. A healthy eye, or finger, or tooth is not felt; it is nonexistent, as it were. Is it not clear, then, that consciousness of oneself is a sickness? Apparently

Ora o conhecimento de si, o reconhecimento da própria individualidade só o têm o olho onde acaba de cair um cisco, o dedo esfolado, o dente dolorido. Quando sãos, o olho, o dedo, o dente não têm existência alguma. Não prova isto claramente que a consciência de si é de facto uma doença?

Kendimi duyumsuyorum. Ama sadece içine kirpik kaçan göz, ÅŸiÅŸmiÅŸ parmak veya çürük diÅŸ kendini duyumsar, bireysel varl???n?n bilincine var?r. SaÄŸl?kl? göz veya parmak ya da diÅŸ varlarm?? gibi görünmezler. Yani gayet aç?k, deÄŸil mi? Kendi kendinin bilincine varmak hastal?kt?r.

Ak, kad tai iš ties? b?t? tiktai romanas, o ne dabartinis, iks?, ?-1 ir nuopuoli? pilnas mano gyvenimas.

DüÅŸünen, görüÅŸ sahibi bir yarat???n düzensizlikler, bilinmezler, X'ler aras?nda yaÅŸamas? doÄŸaya ayk?r?d?r: Gözlerinizi baÄŸlad?klar?n? ve yürümeye, hem de hemen birkaç ad?m ötede uçurumun kenar?n?n bulunduÄŸunu bildiÄŸiniz halde el yordam?yla yürümeye zorlad?klar?n? farz edin.

Kendimi hissediyorum. Ama sadece içine bir ÅŸey kaçan göz, yaral? parmak ya da aÄŸr?yan diÅŸ kendini hisseder ve bireyselliÄŸini kavrar. SaÄŸl?kl? göz, parmak ve diÅŸ adeta yoktur. KiÅŸisel bilincin bir hastal?ktan ibaret olduÄŸu apaç?k ortada deÄŸil mi?

From my own experience I know that the cruelest thing is to make a person doubt his own reality...

Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.

Hope for miracles, but don't rely on one.

Truth never dies, but lives a wretched life.

When the dead departed, they took away any falsehoods that they might have allowed us to believe while alive; we who are left behind have to embark on a different life, since the dead are no longer here to help us deceive ourselves.

Nothing destroys a livable life more completely than unfounded hope

Who among us dares to assert that our memories are not tainted by time, sweetest poison and bitterest antidote, untrustworthy ally, and reliable annihilator?

Our life, we realize, is not as happy as we have been taught to think.

I don't think truth ever tastes good to anyone's palate.

All the same, the doll, like all dolls, cannot even be called dead, as it was never alive.

A lot of guys go, 'Hey, Yog, say a Yogi-ism.' I tell 'em, 'I don't know any.' They want me to make one up. I don't make 'em up. I don't even know when I say it. They're the truth. And it is the truth. I don't know.

Yogi Berra said "If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be.

If I didn't wake up, I'd still be sleeping.