Quotes About Reality

This is why I laugh at the notion of reconciling faith and science. Science is based on the premise that logic and reason can tell us the true nature of reality. Religion is based on the idea that when logic and reason don't support a predetermined view of reality, they are at fault.

Science is based on the premise that logic and reason can tell us the true nature of reality. Religion is based on the idea that when logic and reason don't support a predetermined view of reality, they are at fault.

I'd point out that by that logic, every living thing that manages to be born is a miracle—and if we're all miracles, then nobody is, because the word has lost its meaning. Life works or it doesn't.

It's a childish worldview to choose what to believe and what not to in the face of the evidence. Playing peekaboo with the facts doesn't make them disappear.

Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams.

She obviously never thought deeply about something she did so naturally, as naturally as breathing: avoiding reality until it was absolutely necessary to face it. Was it just her or her entire generation? Had they all become Scarlett O'Haras, deciding they would worry about it tomorrow?

I didn't want to look at him through rose-colored glasses, knowing all along that what I was seeing could very well be untrue, and yet when I was with him, I welcomed my refusal to search for and find flaws. The irony was I was often sickened by the way my girlfriends made excuses for their husbands, even the way I sometimes made excuses for Ronnie. Of course, we were really making excuses for ourselves, finding ways not to look like fools.

Who lives in fantasy more, I wondered, Ronnie or me? No one's to blame for it. In fact, we should be grateful. That's what the highest species can do: imagine. Without it, we'd have only rain when it rained and not a romantic walk in the rain without feeling a drop. We'd be overwhelmed by age and never believe anyone envied us. We'd be at the mercy of facts.

We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented

The colour red doesn't actually exist,' she said. 'It only exists as an idea in your head. Always remember that. You create it yourself when your imagination meets the light.

Sometimes, monsters are real," Tess said, rolling over, leaving me alone with the ladybug staring up at me. "Even if they don't look like monsters.

I've seen the photos," he said. "Photos are never the same as the real thing," I said.

And this is the only really startling thing about the evil of the world: not that so much of it exists, but that nobody ever really expects it.

The temptation to tell a chief in a great position the things he most likes to hear is one of the commonest explanations of mistaken policy,' he later wrote in The World Crisis; 'the outlook of the leader on whose decisions fateful events depend is usually far more sanguine than the brutal facts admit.'45

everyone who exists is mentally compromised. We all accumulate false information over time, internalize it, and are influenced by it, consciously or otherwise. We are, in part, a product of these biases, as well as all other information we gather in our lifetimes.

And there is no realer man than I," Vanniv replied with a nod. "Excepting for the fact that I am a magically created copy of the original Vanniv, of course, and thus completely fake.

You bluffed me I don't like it when people bluff me. It makes me question my perception of reality.

Just for the record: happiness is not bullshit.

I look at you, and you're young. You'll always be that way for me. But not for anyone else. Arthur, people who meet you now will never be able to imagine you young.

I am sure we both loved a different man. Because a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we've married him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled in by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him.

I was thinking. What if the world was like one of those Russian nesting dolls? What if we only saw one surface of it, the outside, but there was all kinds of other stuff going on, too? All the time. Underneath. But we just don't see it, even if we're part of it? Even if we're in it? And what if you had a chance to see a different layer, like flipping a channel or something? Would you want to look? Even if what you saw looked like hell? Or worse?

I suppose the things that transform your life don't appear as you fancifully imagine they will.

And you can't see around corners. so you just have to deal with it, and try to stay afloat. And things get tough. And you're supposed to grow up. And it's all a bunch of bullshit. Sorry.

Santa Claus is a lie but if you think that's bad, check out what 'fuck' really means.