Quotes About Reality

Ma noi non possiamo accorgerci di quanto sia assurdo perché come rettili di palude conosciamo quel mondo, e la palude per noi é la normalità Per questo siamo in grado di metabolizzare incredibili dosi di infelicità scambiandole per il doveroso corso delle cose [...]

per capire cosa vuol dire che la verità si concede solo all'orrore, e che per raggiungerla abbiamo dovuto passare da questo inferno, per vederla abbiamo dovuto distruggerci l'un l'altro, per averla abbiamo dovuto diventare belve feroci, per stanarla abbiamo dovuto spezzarci di dolore. E per essere veri abbiamo dovuto morire. Perché? Perché le cose diventano vere solo nella morsa della disperazione?

Poi non è che la vita vada come tu te la immagini. Fa la sua strada. E tu la tua. E non sono la stessa strada. Così … Io non è che volevo essere felice, questo no. Volevo… salvarmi, ecco: salvarmi. Ma ho capito tardi da che parte bisognava andare: dalla parte dei desideri. Uno si aspetta che siano altre cose a salvare la gente: il dovere, l'onestà, essere buoni, essere giusti. No. Sono i desideri che salvano. Sono l'unica cosa vera.

È una di quelle cose che è meglio che non ci pensi, se no ci esci matto. Quando cade un quadro. Quando ti svegli, un mattino, e non la ami più. Quando apri il giornale e leggi è scoppiata la guerra. Quando vedi un treno e pensi io devo andarmene da qui. Quando ti guardi allo specchio e ti accorgi che sei vecchio.

Uno tiene sus sueños, cosas suyas, íntimas, y después la vida no quiere seguir jugando contigo, y te lo desmonta, un instante, una frase, y todo se desvanece. Suele ocurrir. Por esta razón y no por otra vivir es una tarea dolorosa.

He said it softly, because he didn't believe, ever, that the truth was good for anything.

È una di quelle cose che è meglio che non ci pensi, se no ci esci matto. Quando cade un quadro. Quando ti svegli un mattino, e non la ami più. Quando apri il giornale e leggi che è scoppiata la guerra. Quando vedi un treno e pensi io devo andarmene da qui. Quando ti guardi allo specchio e ti accorgi che sei vecchio.

Just because something is beautiful doesn´t mean it´s good.

You wake, you die.

I remembered a few things about waking. I remembered the sense of surprise as dream life and waking life swapped primacy, and the way in which the most tangible and deeply involving dreams could bleach entirely away.

So: I knew dream life. In fact, in a way, I was actually comfortable with it. Dream life, I realized, was only confusing when you were awake. It was from the perspective of waking life that dream life seemed fractured and lacking consequence, lacking any certainty that one thing led to another. But from within dream life, the world was generally coherent. Not exactly an unconfusing world---just no more confusing than any other.

Playboy: Do you ever wonder how you have survived this long? Thompson: Yes. Nobody expected me to get much past 20. Least of all me. I just assume, "Well, I got through today, but tomorrow might be different." This is a very weird and twisted world; you can't afford to get careless; don't fuck around. You want to keep your affairs in order at all times.

I have thought it my duty to exhibit things as they are, not as they ought to be.

At this time of day it should have been open and full of fifty fellow smackheads, crackheads, psychotics, epileptics, schizophrenics, self-harmers, beggars, buskers, car thieves, sherry pushers, ciderheads, just-released-that-morning convicts, ex-army, ex-married-men-with-young-children-who'd-discovered-their-wife-in-bed-with-two-members-of-the-university-rowing-team-at-the-same-time.

Everybody expected everything for nothing not realising that he had bills to pay.

The danger, of course, is that we spend time imagining that we would be happier elsewhere, and forget to cultivate happiness where fate has placed us.

Myth could be as sustaining as reality - sometimes even more so.

We are all sent the dreams we yearn for, she thought; no matter how unhappy or fraught our waking world may be, we are sent dreams in which we can do the things the heart really wants us to do.

Some people cannot bear news like that. They think they must live forever, and they cry and wail when they realise that their time is coming. I do not feel that, and I did not weep at that news which the doctor gave me. The only thing that makes me sad is that I shall be leaving Africa when I die.

That was the trouble with people in general: they were surprisingly unrealistic in their expectations.

She imagined what it must be like to have Charlie's mind - to believe that red shoes are faster then other shoes; to believe, as he did, that ducks could drive fire engines and that pigs built houses out of bricks and straw. There were plenty of people who weren't three-and-three-quarters who believed equally implausible things...and when to war over them.

Writers just play out their fantasies in their books. They are often very unstable, tricky people, Bertie. Writers are usually very bad at real life and feel that they have to create imaginary lives to make up for it.

Very few people imagine their own future accurately. And then they're often pleasantly surprised.

Metaphors were so bloody: people shot messengers,, flogged dead horses, cut the throats of their competitors. Perhaps that was life; perhaps that's what it was really like.