Quotes About Reality

Don't matter if you believe in them or not. If they're there, they're there,' Mrs. Phipps said.

Virtual reality is a self-created form of chosen reality. Therefore it exists.

In the oft-told joke, one economist says to another, "Sure, it works in reality. But will it work in theory?" Porter's work endures—and is so widely cited and used—because it works in both realms, theory and practice.

Maybe that is why in my comedy I try and puncture the hypocrisy all around us, why it is almost a crusade with me to strip life down to what really is true.

In simple presence with what is right here now, be it joyful or painful, an amazing freedom reveals itself. It cannot be described or explained in words. It is the freedom to be totally, effortlessly the way things are at this moment. ?—?Toni Packer

One of the more sophisticated dramas that consciousness produces is "me" trying to step out of "my story," the character trying to free itself from itself. This is like a mirage trying to eliminate a mirage, or a phantom trying to pull itself up by its own imaginary bootstraps, or a dog chasing its own tail.

Every instant is a new universe.

The Holy Reality is already here, fully complete. And if you think otherwise, then simply stop, look and listen.

Nobody else can see us, because we have no objective existence whatsoever, and we cannot see anybody else because they have none.

Only the mirage-like separate fragment, the character in the movie, is concerned about being perfect and not being fooled again. The wholeness of being doesn't mind being fooled. Awareness has no self-image to protect, no self to defend against death. For life itself, there is no end to being fooled and no end to waking up. It is all happening to no one. It's not personal.

a woman who'd come of age in the 1990s mentioned "the unfinished business" of the sexual revolution: "What went wrong?" Even without a backlash, what went wrong is what always does: capitalism bit down, absorbed the liberationist impulse, mass-produced the sex but everywhere devalued knowledge, meaningful education, manifold reality; and liberationist forces were too besieged or internally at odds to withstand

They validate perceptions that need validating, especially in adolescence--ie, under the bland, forced optimism of American life terrible forces are at work, things are not what they seem, and if you feel lonely, persecuted, a misfit, and in terror, you aren't crazy. You're right.

Until you learn better, you think that a landscaped world can't hurt you or please you, you needn't bother about its soul, you needn't be wary of its good looks. Until you learn better.

In my opinion, questions that are based on something real ought to be settled by something real without all this damned lazy miserable drifting

Not sure I know what real is … but I don't believe in love, babe. I believe in gettin' laid." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. Here's the thing about my world. We're fucked up. We own it. We take care of business and move on.

I swear to you, sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. Here's the thing about my world. We're fucked up. We own it. We take care of business and move on.

Because I swear to you, sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay.

You've been watching Sons of Anarchy, haven't you?" Pic asked, sighing heavily. Cody swallowed, then nodded. "Fucking show. Whole damned world thinks they're Jax Teller.

Adulting was bullshit.

What good is your reality, when justice fails and dishonesty is glossed over and the ones who keep faith suffer

What good is your reality, when justice fails and dishonesty is glossed over and the ones who keep faith suffer .... What good is your reality then?

In the first days on D ward, Deborah had been able to dramatize herself in her own mind simply by thinking: the insane asylum—the violent ward. It conjured huge and flaming pictures in her mind. The reality had offered a promise of more physical safety, but to experience the reality was to suffer a boredom as endless as the illness itself.

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