Quotes About Reality

Wenn das Leben eine Illusion ist, dann bin ich es nicht weniger, und somit ist die Illusion für mich Wirklichkeit.

It is easier to make our wishes conform to our means than to make our means conform to our wishes.

Shake off those gloomy feelings. Drive them away. Fix your mind and pleasures upon what is before you.All is bright if you will think it so. All is happy if you will make it so. Do not dream. It is too ideal, too imaginary. Dreaming by day, I mean. Live in the world you inhabit. Look upon things as they are. Take them as you find them. Make the best of them. Turn them to your advantage.

The belief that affluence can insulate is illusory.

It is always better to live with reality, because otherwise, without fail, reality will come to live with you. —The Aghori Vimalananda

Hunger and fear are the only realities in dog life: an empty stomach makes a fierce dog.

Is there magic in this world? Certainly! But it is not the kind of magic written about in fantasy stories. It is the kind of magic that comes from ideas and the hard work it often takes to make them real.

Leowin: Don't worry Luthiel. 'Truth's existence never depended upon belief.

One real thing is closer to God than all the diagrams in the world.

Only a daily renewed astonishment at things as they are can save us from the idols; it is our love of real processes and actual beings that keeps us sane.

The skeptic is never for real. There he stands, cocktail in hand, left arm draped languorously on one end of the mantelpiece, telling you that he can't be sure of anything, not even of his own existence. I'll give you my secret method of demolishing universal skepticism in four words. Whisper to him: 'Your fly is open.' If he thinks knowledge is so all-fired impossible, why does he always look?

Getting older... mostly it entails accepting the unacceptable.

he most effective lie is ninety-nine percent true.

The most effective lie is ninety-nine percent true.

Todo este tiempo he creído que pensaba en profundidad, pero se trataba tan sólo de una ilusión.

Queréis decir que no hay diferencia entre estar despierta o dormida? ?Básicamente, no, pues siempre estamos en un estado de aprendizaje. Creemos que soñar dormidos es diferente porque a menudo esos sueños nos proporcionan mensajes y símbolos que no son comprensibles. Pero, considerad vuestro estado de vigilia, ¿no os encontráis con frecuencia envuelta en sucesos que no son comprensibles? ?le contestó Merlín.

I am always looking outside, trying to say something that is true. But maybe nothing is really true. Except what's out there. And what's out there is constantly changing.

There are too many images, too many cameras now. We're all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It's just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn't an art anymore. Maybe it never was

Words are more thoughts; the photographed images always ends up having a romantic gloss about it - no matter how I try to avoid it.

Often, the person reaches a point where there is a choice between two conflicting interests: reducing the emotional discomfort or seeing what is really going on. The person needs to make a value choice at this point. Which is more important to you, seeing reality or feeling okay? Almost always, the person chooses to see reality, and therefore, to let the emotional chips fall wherever they may.

It is natural for us to avoid pain and conflict. So, seeking the truth is not something we do by nature. It is a discipline, and like every discipline, is not natural. As we build our life as art, one discipline we will need to master is fluency in reality. We need to know exactly how it is. We will need to raise our level of objectivity, discernment, and awareness.

You're searching, Joe, for things that don't exist I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings-there are no such things.

Humans often assumed symmetry and equality where none existed.

But the lies she told were woven into the fabric of her being, her life; so that to live with her and love her was to become slowly enmeshed by them, to wrestle her for the truth, to struggle to maintain foothold on reality.