Quotes About Reality

I exist without knowing it and will die without wanting to. I'm the gap between what I am and am not, between what I dream and what life has made of me, the fleshly and abstract average of things that are nothing, I being likewise nothing.

No fundo, acredite, o que somos de mais doloroso é o que não somos realmente, e as nossas maiores tragédias passam-se na ideia que fazemos de nós.

Only the idea can fathom reality without getting ruined.

Do I hear myself being applauded by large multitudes? The applause reaches the fourth floor where I live and collides with the cheap furniture of my cheap room, with everything that surrounds me and makes me wretched, from the kitchen...to my dreams.

Death means being subject to some external reality, and we, in each and every moment of our lives, are both a reflection and an effect of what surrounds us. Death underlies every living gesture. We are born dead, we live dead, and we enter death already dead. Composed of living cells and in a state of permanent dissolution, we are made of death.

I am the size of what I see And not the size of my stature.

Sunt oameni fericiÅ£i fiindc? li s-a dat visul mincinos al imbecilit??ii.În vreme ce alÅ£ii,ca mine,au visuri lipsite de iluzii.

I reread? A lie! I don't dare reread. I can't reread. What good would it do me to reread? The person in the writing is someone else. I no longer understand a thing…

Sonhar é confessar a necessidade de viver, substituindo a vida real pela vida irreal, e assim é uma compensação de inalienabilidade do querer viver. Que é tudo isto enfim senão a busca da felicidade? E busca qualquer qualquer outra coisa.

Hayat, onu ne hale getiriyorsak odur. Yolculuklar, yolcular?n kendisidir. GördüÄŸümüz, gördüÄŸümüzden deÄŸil, biz her neysek, ondan ibarettir.

Quién sabe si al soñarte no te estoy creando, real en otra realidad? ¿Sino serás mía allí, en otro mundo puro donde nos amemos sin tocarnos con otra forma de abrazos y otras formas de posesión? ¿Quién sabe si existías ya y lejos de crearte, te he visto apenas desde otra visión, interior y pura, en otro y perfecto mundo?

Mejores y más felices los que, reconociendo la ficción de todo, componen su novela antes de que les sea compuesta y, como Maquiavelo, visten los trajes de la corte para escribir bien en secreto.

We generally colour our ideas of the unknown with our notions of the known. If we call death a sleep, it's because it seems like sleep on the outside; if we call death a new life, it's because it seems like something different from life. With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make believe they're happy.

All that we truly possess are our own sensations; it is in them, rather than in what they sense, that we must base our life's reality.

É tão difícil descrever o que se sente quando se sente que realmente se existe, e que a alma é uma entidade real, que não sei quais são as palavras humanas com que possa defini-lo.

La relación que hay entre el sueño y la vida es la misma que hay entre lo que llamamos vida y lo que llamamos muerte. Estamos durmiendo, y esta vida es un sueño, no en un sentido metafórico o poético, sino en un sentido verdadero.

It seems that civilizations exist only to produce art and literature; words are what speak for them and remain. How do we know that these extra-human figures aren't truly real? It tortures my mind to think this might be the case…

Io però non ho mai preteso di dire la verità a nessuno, da una parte perché non serve a niente, e dall'altra perché non la conosco. Mio fratello maggiore, Dio onnipotente, credo che neppure lui la conosca, ma queste , tuttavia, sono questioni di famiglia.

La suprema gloria de todo esto, mi amor, estriba en pensar que tal vez nada de esto sea verdad, ni en yo creerlo verdadero.

Your love for dreamed things was your scorn for living things.

Science describes things as they are; art as they are felt, as they are felt to be.

ViaÅ£a m? dezgust? ca un medicament inutil.Åži tocmai atunci v?d cât se poate de limpede cât de uÅŸor mi-ar fi s? alung acest plictis dac? aÅŸ avea pur ÅŸi simplu forÅ£a s? o doresc relamente.

Por que fiz eu dos sonhos a minha única vida?

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial