Quotes About Reality

Still, if one has to suffer in order to be beautiful, one must also expect to be ugly in order not to suffer.

Query: how to combine the belief that the world is a to a great extent illusory with belief that it is none the less essential to improve the illusion? How to be simultaneously dispassionate and not indifferent, serene like an old man and active like a young one?

Ahora y aquí, muchachos.

El cáncer de pulmón, los accidentes de tránsito y los millones de alcohólicos miserables y transmisores de miseria son hechos todavía más ciertos de lo que era en tiempos de Dante el hecho del Infierno.

To be shaken out of the ruts of ordinary perception, to be shown for a few timeless hours the outer and the inner world, not as they appear to an animal obsessed with survival or to a human being obsessed with words and notions, but as they are apprehended, directly and unconditionally, by Mind at Large—this is an experience of inestimable value to everyone and especially to the intellectual.

Of that imagined stoicism, that theoretical courage, not a trace was left.

The Tibetan Book Of The Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Clear Light of the Void, and even from the lesser tempered lights in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of self-hood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated reality -- Anything!

picked up the first volume that came to hand. It was on Van Gogh, and the picture at which the book opened was "The Chair"—that astounding portrait of a Ding an Sich, which the mad painter saw, with a kind of adoring terror, and tried to render on his canvas. But it was a task to which the power even of genius proved wholly inadequate. The chair Van Gogh had seen was obviously the same in essence as the chair I had seen.

The Tibetan Book of the Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Pure Light of the Void, and even from the lesser, tempered Lights, in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of selfhood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality—anything!

That art thou': 'Behold but One in all things' -God within and God without. There is a way to Reality in and through the soul, and there is a way to Reality in and through the world. Whether the ultimate goal can be reached by following either of these ways to the exclusion of the other is to be doubted. The third, best and hardest way is that which leads to the divine Ground simultaneously in the perceiver and in that which is perceived.

Spiritual progress is through the growing knowledge of the self as nothing and of the Godhead as all-embracing Reality. (Such knowledge, of course, is worthless if it is merely theoretical; to be effective, it must be realized as an immediate, intuitive experience and appropriately acted upon.)

Aldous Huxley

Âdem'in yarat?ld??? günün sabah?nda gördüklerini görüyordum: Ç?plak varoluÅŸ mucizesini, anbean yenilenen mucizeyi. Nas?l, iyi mi? diye sordu biri. Ne iyi ne de deÄŸil, dedim. Sadece öyle.

One knew in theory very well that others spoke of one contemptuously?—as one spoke of them. In practice?—it was hard to believe.

Aldous Huxley

Neither agreeable nor disagreeable," I answered. "It just is.

Uno cree las cosas porque ah sido condicionado para creerlas.

Omission and simplification help us to understand--but help us, in many cases, to understand the wrong thing; for our comprehension may be only of the abbreviator's neatly formulated notions, not of the vast, ramifying reality from which these notions have been so arbitrarily abstracted.

Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations

Their false compassion is called compassion and their false understanding is called understanding, for this is their most potent spell.

Awake from dream, the truth is known: awake from waking. The truth is: The Unknown

In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep ; But in the end we lift the plumèd casque Of the dead warrior ; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore.

Time and Space are Adverbs.

Shallow thinkers always seem to be obsessed by the stupidity that if anything is a shadow, dream, illusion, it ceases to exist.