Quotes About Reality

Ä°nanç, kesin olmay???n kesinliÄŸidir. Ä°nsan?n kendi görüÅŸ ve kavray???n?n doÄŸru ve kesin olduÄŸuna inanmakt?r; gerçekliÄŸin ortaya koyaca?? nihai sonuca inanmak deÄŸildir.

Das 'falsche Bewusstsein', das heißt ein entstelltes Bild der Wirklichkeit, schwächt den Menschen. Mit der Wirklichkeit in Kontakt zu kommen, sich ein richtiges Bild von ihr zu machen, stärkt ihn.

Bewussteren war der wichtigste Faktor in Freuds Therapie. Wenn es - das war die Ansicht Freuds - dem Patienten gelingt, den fiktiven Charakter seiner bewussten Ideen einzusehen, wen er die Realität hinter diesen Ideen zu erfassen vermag, wenn er sich das Unbewusste bewusst machen kann, dann wird er auch die Kraft gewinnen, sich von den Irrationalität zu befreien und sich selbst zu wandeln.

We naïvely believe that things like tables and lamps exist as such, and we fail to see that society teaches us to transform sensations into perceptions that permit us to manipulate the world around us in order to enable us to survive in a given culture. Once we have given such percepts a name, the name seems to guarantee the final and unchangeable reality of the percept.

Be careful how you interpret the world: it really is like that.

Ich bin ein Schwein, murmelte Münzer und fing mit vorgeschobener Unterlippe die Tränen auf. Sie überschätzen sich, Verehrter, sagte der Handelsredakteur.

Merken Sie sich folgendes: Meldungen, deren Unwahrheit nicht oder erst nach Wochen festgestellt werden kann, sind wahr.

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

It's all rot that they put in the war-news about the good humour of the troops, how they are arranging dances almost before they are out of the front-line. We don't act like that because we are in a good humour: we are in a good humour because otherwise we should go to pieces.

I had the feeling of slipping down a smooth bottomless pit. It had nothing to do with Breuer and the people. It had nothing to do with Pat even. It was the melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them; that love begins with a human being but does not end in him; and that everything can be there: a human being, love, happiness, life — and that yet in some terrible way it is always too little, and grows ever less the more it seems.

The best way to lose a woman was to show her a kind of life that one could offer her for only a few days.

It's not much. You begin by thinking there is something extraordinary about it. But you'll find out, when you've been out in the world a while longer, unhappiness is the commonest thing there is.

Nothing is the mirror in which you see the world.

We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.

Perhaps there is really nothing else when everything is falling to pieces, I think, except this bit of togetherness and even that is a sweet deception, for when someone else really needs you you cannot follow him or stand by him. I have noticed that often enough in the war when I looked into the face of a dead comrade. Each one of us has his own death and must suffer it alone; no one can help him then.

One is sad when one thinks about life—cynical when one -sees what people make of it.

The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.

Inimene elatub 75 protsenti omaenda fantaasiast ja ainult 25 protsenti faktidest – see on tema tugevus ja tema nõrkus.

Galimyb? nusižudyti yra likimo dovana, kuri? mes retai tesuvokiame. Ji suteikia laisvo apsisprendimo iliuzij?. Ko gero, mes žudom?s kur kas dažniau, negu manome. Tik nejau?iame to.

A man dreams of a miracle and wakes up to loaves of bread.

Erst das Lazarett zeigt, was der Krieg ist.

It is a strange thing that all the memories have these two qualities. They are always full of quietness, that is the most striking thing about them; and even when things weren't like that in reality, they still seem to have that quality. They are soundless apparitions, which speak to me by looks and gestures, wordless and silent—and their silence is precisely what disturbs me.

Albert, what would you do if it were suddenly peace-time again?" "There won't be any peace-time," says Albert bluntly. "Well, but if—" persists Müller, "what would you do?" "Clear out of this!" growls Kropp. "Of course. And then what?" "Get drunk," says Albert. "Don't talk rot, I mean seriously—" "So do I," says Kropp, "what else should a man do?

The facts of life are simple and trivial. Only our imagination gives life to them. It makes the laundry pole of facts a flagstaff of dreams.