Quotes About Reality

And since the possession of qualities presupposes that one takes a certain pleasure in their reality, all this gives us a glimpse of how it may all of a sudden happen to someone who cannot summon up any sense of reality — even in relation to himself — that one day he appears to himself as a man without qualities.

Unsere Zeit ist eine Zeit der Erfüllung, und Erfüllungen sind immer Enttäuschungen.

Within reality there is a senseless craving for unreality.

The truth is not a crystal that can be slipped into one's pocket, but an endless current into which one falls headlong.

Se existe um sentido de realidade, também devia haver um sentido de possibilidade.

The fact was that belief in them had to be there before they themselves could be there; if one did not look at the world with the world's eyes, the world already in one's own gaze, it fell apart into meaningless details that live as sadly far apart from each other as the stars in the night-sky.

Utopiile se aseam?n? cu posibilit??ile; din faptul c? o posibilitate nu este o realitate nu se deduce nimic altceva decât c? circumstanÈ›ele în care se afl? împiedic? punerea ei în aplicare, c?ci altminteri ea ar fi doar o imposibilitate; îns? dac? este eliberat? de constrângeri È™i i se permite s? se dezvolte, se creeaz? utopia.

For when we lie nowadays it is not so much out of weakness as out of a conviction that a man cannot prevail in life unless he is able to lie.

If there is a sense of reality...then there must also be something we can call a sense of possibility... the sense of possibility could be defined outright as the ability to conceive of everything there might be just as well, and to attach no more importance to what is than to what is not... It is reality that awakens possibilities, and nothing would be more perverse than to deny it.

A world of qualities without a man has arisen, of experiences without the person who experiences them, and it almost looks as though ideally private experience is a thing of the past, and that the friendly burden of personal responsibility is to dissolve into a system of formulas of possible meanings.

Chaque vérité éternelle existe en double, en multiples exemplaires.

È la realtà che risveglia le possibilità, e nulla sarebbe così assurdo come negarlo. Tuttavia, sommate o in media, quelle che restano sono sempre le stesse possibilità destinate a ripetersi, finché non arriva un uomo per il quale una cosa reale non è più importante di una solo pensata. È grazie a lui che le nuove possibilità acquistano finalmente il loro senso e la loro determinazione, ed è lui che le risveglia

It is reality that awakens possibilities, and nothing would be more perverse than to deny it.

The body of reality is always richer than the mere outline sketch we call principles.

Qué endeble es la concepción del mundo con que la gente se contenta...

Získali jsme skute?nost a pÃ…â"¢iÅ¡li jsme o sen.

What you don't know don't hurt you, for it ain't real. They called that Idealism in my book I had when I was in college, and after I got hold of that principle I became an Idealist. I was a brass-bound Idealist in those days. If you are an Idealist it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

I turned around to face the reality, which was not something caught in the ice of the mind but was something now flushed, feline, lethal, and electric...

I know nothing I'm doing is important,' he said. 'Sure, I'm just a waste product of history. Maybe nothing I'm doing is even real, after all. But I was born right here, in this old house, and I look out the window and know what I'm seeing, and I know some people I like to be with, and I like what I do all day long, and maybe that's all that realness is, anyway

But wanting don't make a thing true. You don't have to live forever to figure that out.

Only I thought that the Rip Van Winkle story was all wrong. You went to sleep for a long time, and when you woke up nothing whatsoever had changed. No matter how long you slept, it was the same.

Which is nonsense, for whatever you live is Life. That

Against firelight, he sees the face of the woman / Lean over, and the lips purse sweet as to bestow a kiss, but / This is not true, and the great glob of spit / Hangs there, glittering, before she lets it fall. The spit is what softens like silk the passage of steel / On the fine-grained stone. It whispers.

Can you figure out a single thing you really please-God like to do you can do and keep your dignity? The human frame just ain't built that way." "All right," I said.