Quotes About Reality

Scowlers—I tell thee truth, no more nor less— Life is not life, but just unhappiness

Cine ?tie, se poate ca via?a s? fie moarte iar moartea s? fie via??.

O cruel Truth, is this thine home-coming?

And this is a grief beyond the reality, if a man incurs blame for sins that are not his.

no man, is ever happy, no one.

Sexual frustration' - it always sounds like the only frustrated ones are the ones who don't do it. What a laugh. The frustrated ones are the ones who do do it! The ones who don't can at least preserve some illusions.

Our relationship had been intended as an interlude. And it had become an interlude. My expectations had been fulfilled. Anyone who expected anything more would have been wallowing in illusions.

There's no point in clinging to illusions.

didn't trust my powers of recollection; in the past, I had known myself to turn perfectly ordinary boys into Howard Keel overnight, only to be bitterly let down when they actually appeared in front of me again.

I cruised into this war thinking my buddy's going to take a bullet, and I'm going to be the fucking hero pulling him out of harm's way. Instead, I end up pulling out this little girl we shot, hiding in the backseat of her dad's car.

Looking at it, I started crying. Maybe it was knowing that I had to give up the fantasy, the enormous life consuming fantasy , that someone or something was going to do this for me – the fantasy that someone was coming to lead my life, to choose direction, to give me orgasms.

Most castles in the air are never built. But Walt Disney's was.

But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into the depths of confusion you didn't know existed.

When the waterholes were dry, people sought to drink at the mirage.

I have left behind illusion,' I said to myself. 'Henceforth I live in a world of three dimensions - with the aid of my five senses.' I have since learned that there is no such world, but then, as the car turned out of sight of the house, I thought it took no finding, but lay all about me at the end of the avenue.

But you can't believe things because they're a lovely idea. But I do. That's how I believe.

Presently [Bridey] said: "If I was Rex"—his mind seemed full of such suppositions: "If I was Archbishop of Westminster," "If I was head of the Great Western Railway," "If I was an actress," as though it were a mere trick of fate that he was none of these things, and he might awake any morning to find the matter adjusted—"if I was Rex I should want to live in my constituency.

Most of my day is spent dealing with pathetic people of confused nationality seeking to escape the horrors of liberation.

We don't get much time to read the papers." "No, I suppose you don't. I envy you. There's nothing in them but lies," he added sadly. "You can't believe a word they say. But it's all good. Very good indeed. It helps to keep one's spirits up," he said from the depths of his gloom.

Henceforth I live in a world of three dimensions—with the aid of my five senses." I have since learned that there is no such world

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream, He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is...

He was wondering at the unreality of ideas, at the fading radiance of existence, and at the little absorptions that were creeping avidly into his life, like rats into a ruined house

But he knew that he was in Daisy's house by a colossal accident. However glorious might be his future as Jay Gatsby, he was at present a penniless young man without a past, and at any moment the invisible cloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. So he made the most of his time. He took what he could get, ravenously and unscrupulously - eventually he took Daisy one still October night, took her because he had no real right to touch her hand

We are not in the world, we become with the world; we become by contemplating it. Everything is vision, becoming. We become universes.