Quotes About Reality

The image - its plastic composition and the way it is set in time, because it is founded on a much higher degree of realism - has at its disposal more means of manipulating reality and of modifying it from within. The film-maker is no longer the competitor of the painter and the playwright, he is, at last, the equal of the novelist

FOREWORD by François Truffaut

the literary critic is guilty of imprudently prejudging the true nature of cinema, based on a very superficial definition of what is here meant by reality. Because its basic material is photography it does not follow that the seventh art is of its nature dedicated to the dialectic of appearances and the psychology of behavior. While

In a world already once again obsessed by terror and hate, in which reality is scarely any longer favored for its own sake but rather is rejected or excluded as a political symbol, the Italian cinema is certainly the only one which preserves, in the midst of the period it depicts, a revolutionary humanism.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

This cancer of the mind which consists of thinking all too sadly that certain things 'are,' while others, which well might be, 'are not.

The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it. The agonizing question of possibility does not arise.

Everything leads us to believe that there exists a spot in the mind from which life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future, the high and the low, the communicable and the incommunicable will cease to appear contradictory.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.

The truth can only be seen when you close your eyes to reason and surrender yourself to dreams.

La vie est autre que ce qu'on écrit.

Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here in this life? I can't hear you. Who goes there? Is it only me? Is it myself?

The imaginary is that which tends to become real.

As I go on my way I may happen to fall from a precipice or be pursued by stones, but each time, I beg you to believe, it's only a reality.

Surrealism is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dream, in the disinterested play of thought. It tends to ruin once and for all all other psychic mechanisms and to substitute itself for them in solving all the principal problems of life.

Ich glaube an die künftige Auflösung dieser scheinbar so gegensätzlichen Zustände von Traum und Wirklichkeit in einer Art absoluter Realität, wenn man so sagen kann: Surrealität. Nach ihrer Eroberung strebe ich, sicher, sie nicht zu erreichen, zu unbekümmert jedoch um meinen Tod, um nicht zumindest die Freuden eines solchen Besitzes abzuwägen.

Who goes there? Is it you, Nadja? Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here in this life? I can't hear you. Who goes there? Is it only me? Is it myself?

Qui vive? Est-ce vous, Nadja? Est-il vrai que l'au-delà, tout l'au-delà soit dans cette vie? Je ne vous entends pas. Qui vive? Est-ce moi seul? Est-ce moi-même?

Silence leads to acceptance, which leads to liberation. All of our conditioning is then suspended; so, too, are morals, manners, even simple courtesy. Dogmas, rules, commandments, churches, political parties, opinions, doctrines, ideologies, and gurus fall away. All that remains is reality. All that remains is truth. How free we suddenly feel!

Surrealism is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dream, in the disinterested play of thought.

Subjectivity and objectivity commit a series of assaults on each other during a human life out of which the first one suffers the worse beating.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.

The queen has kept changing. The truth is I've never met the queen...well, never exactly her, do you understand?

Photography has freed the plastic arts from their obsession with likeness.