Quotes About Reality

Everything, for us, is in our concept of the world. To modify our concept of the world is to modify the world for us, or simply to modify the world, since it will never be, for us, anything but what it is for us.

Desterrad el error infantil de preguntar el sentido de las cosas o de las palabras. Nada tiene sentido.

Civilization consists in giving an inappropriate name to something and then dreaming what results from that. And in fact the false name and the true dream do create a new reality. The object really does become other, because we have made it so.

espejos fantásticos que se deforman en reflexiones

Whenever my ambition, influenced by my dreams, raised up above the everyday level of my life, so that for a moment I seemed to soar, like a child on a swing, I always – like the child – had to come down to the public garden and face my defeat, with no flags to wave in battle and no sword I was strong enough to unsheath.

Considero mie, con maggiore consanguineità e intimità, talune figure che sono scritte nei libri, certe immagini che ho conosciuto nelle illustrazioni, più di molte persone che sono considerate reali, che sono fatte di quell'inutilità metafisica chiamata carne e ossa.

O mundo exterior existe como um ator num palco: está lá mas é outra coisa.

Convivir es morir. Para mí, sólo mi autoconsciencia es real; los demás son fenómenos inciertos en esa conciencia, y sería enfermizo prestarles una realidad muy verdadera.

We may be guided by an illusion, but one thing is sure, it is not our consciousness that guides us.

Love is a mysticism that wants to be put into practice, an impossibility that according to our dreams should be possible.

Despedíos del error infantil de preguntar el sentido de las cosas y las palabras. Nada tiene sentido.

You've never heard the wind blow. The wind only speaks of the wind. What you heard was a lie, And the lie is in you.

Pobres semidioses novatos que conquistan imperios con la palabra y con la intención noble, pero necesitan dinero para pagar el cuarto y la comida!

Literature, which is art married to thought and the immaculate realization of reality, seems to me the goal towards which all human effort should be directed, as long as that effort is truly human and not just a vestige of the animal in us.

Ä°stemeden var?m ve istemeden öleceÄŸim. OlduÄŸum ÅŸeyle olmad???m ÅŸey aras?nda, hayal ettiÄŸim ÅŸeyle hayat?n beni yapt??? ÅŸey aras?nda bir boÅŸluÄŸum.

109 [126] Even my dreams turn on me. I achieve such a degree of lucidity in them that I perceived as real everything I dreamed. So, because I dreamed it, was everything I valued just a waste of time?

soy del tamaño de lo que veo y no del tamaño de mi estatura»

Because I am nothing, I can imagine myself to be anything. If I were somebody, I wouldn't be able to. An assistant bookkeeper can imagine himself to be a Roman emperor; the King of England can't do that, because the King of England has lost the ability in his dreams to be any other king than the one he is. His reality does not allow him to exist.

Tal vez se descubra que aquello que llamamos Dios, y que de forma tan patente está en otro plano diferente al de la lógica y la realidad espacial y temporal, es una forma de nuestra existencia, una sensación de nosotros mismos en otra dimensión del ser.

72] 381 Down the steps of my dreams and my weariness, descend from your unreality, descend and be my substitute for the world.

Me doro con ponientes supuestos, pero lo supuesto está vivo en la suposición.

El mundo es para quien nace para conquistarlo y no para quien sueña que puede conquistarlo, aunque tenga razón.

I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist. I paced from one side of the room to the other, dreaming out loud incoherent and impossible things – deeds I'd forgotten to do, hopeless ambitions haphazardly realized, fluid and lively conversations which, were they to be, would already have been.

Yet dreamed landscapes are merely the smoke from known landscapes and the tedium of dreaming them is almost as great as the tedium of looking at the world. And hovering distractedly above all this, like a vast blue sky, the horror of living.