Quotes About Reality

She stared at him, accepting for the first time the fact that personal tragedy is just that. Personal. Your own existence could fall to pieces but that did not mean that the rest of the world necessarily knew about it, or even bothered." ? Rosamunde Pilcher, The Empty House

I write because I am poorly adjusted to reality. (The Writer's Kitchen)

La imaginación, lo que tú llamas la mentira, no es menos real porque no pueda verse. Nuestras pasiones ocultas, nuestras emociones ambiguas, nuestras preferencias inexplicables; de eso trata la verdadera verdad.

Zaten bir ÅŸey geçmiÅŸte kald??? zaman, onu ÅŸimdiki an?n gerçekliÄŸinde bir fanteziden, bir ilüzyondan farkl? k?lan ÅŸey nedir ki? Bir zamanlar yaÅŸanm?? olsa da art?k an?lar d???nda var olamaz.

Gustav waited. He wondered whether he wanted to know the thing she was about to tell him, or whether it wasn't better for certain knowledge to remain hidden, so that the mind could conjure its own stories from out of the past, stories it could bear to live with, stories which, in time, took on their own reality and seemed to become true.

He couldn't deceive himself. He always looked things in the eye and never pretended that what he saw was not really happening.

And he understood that now, more than ever in his life, there was nothing and no one to cushion him from the hardness of the earth.

In real life, the big things and the little things are inextricably mixed up together, so in Libya at one moment, one worried because one's native boots were full of holes, and at the next, perhaps, one wondered how long one would be alive to wear them.

In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.

The apparent facts, if you like. I'm not a philosopher. We lawyers don't deal in ultimate realities. Who knows what they are? We deal in appearances.

Thus was born an ideology: the belief in the inherent value of gold despite its relative uselessness in reality.

So I realized it was crucial to make the reality and significance of indigenous people's survival clear throughout the book. Indigenous survival as peoples is due to centuries of resistance and storytelling passed through the generations and I sought to demonstrate that this survival is dynamic, not passive. Surviving genocide by whatever means - is resistence.

On the toilet no one is a star. Remember that and you will go far in life.

We never see the world as it really is but only how we see it. And because we're trapped in our own interpretation, we are prepared to go to war with other people caught in their view of reality – and never the twain shall meet.

Wir werden einen Satz wie Die Welt ist die Selbstverwirklichung Gottes nicht widerlegen, indem wir etwa zu beweisen versuchen: Die Welt ist nicht die Selbstverwirklichung Gottes. Damit würden wir, wo die Metaphysiker den Bock melken, das Sieb unterhalten.

The true occult scientist does not stand aloof from the world, but is a lover of reality, because he does not desire to enjoy the unseen in a remote dream-world, but finds his happiness in bringing to the world ever fresh supplies of force from the invisible sources from whence this very world is derived, and from which it must be continually fructified.

ideas and concepts. With the old man, who has really united his feelings with thinking-cognition, the concepts and ideas ring true; they are filled with warmth, and permeated with reality; they sound concrete and personal. Whilst with those who have ceased to develop beyond

But in the end, magic is magic, and one does not explain it so easily. That is why it is magic. To the child it is natural, but as for the grown man it loses its naturalness-- so as old men we see a different reality. And when we dream it is usually for a lost childhood, or trying to change someone, and that is not good. So, in the end, I accept reality-

and with an almost audible click he felt the wheels of his being lock up anew on the world without. Things that rode meaningless on the eyeball an instant before slid into proper proportion. Roads were meant to be walked upon, houses to be lived in, cattle to be driven, fields to be tilled, and men and women to be talked to. They were all real and true—solidly

For the world is wondrous large, Seven seas from marge to marge, And it holds a vast of various kinds of man. And the wildest dreams of Kew Are the facts of Khatmandu, And the crimes of Clapham chaste in Martaban. MORAL: Judge not that ye be not judged.

There is a discrepancy between our craving and the world we live in, between our expectations and the way things are. We want the world to be other than it is. Our craving is based on a fundamental misjudgement of the situation; a judgement that assumes that when our craving gets what it wants we will be happy, that when our craving possesses the objects of its desire we will be satisfied. But

If we persist in distinguishing and holding apart myth and history, we are in danger of missing the story's own sense of truth.

I could no longer believe even in life. Which meant that I had come to be the reverse, the opposite of a Christian. For me, now, the only reality is death.

The only way I could go on living was to believe I was not living.