Quotes About Reality

He said, Yeah, well, artists are a lot like gangsters. They both know that the official version, the one everyone else believes, is a lie.

Biology doesn't matter, the Christians argued, because this body we live in is not ultimately real; history doesn't matter, they said, because God's time is different and superior to man's anyhow; and forget cause and effect, forget what you've been told about the physical world, because there is heaven and there is hell and there is this green earth in between, and you are always alive in one of the three places.

Before you lose your children, you can talk about it-as a possibility, I mean [...] But when the thing that you only imagined actually happens, you quickly discover that you can barely speak of it. Your story is jumbled and mumbled, out of sync and unfocused. At least that's how it has been for me.

Our woal life is a idear we dint think of nor we dont know what it is.

What is all this talk of elephants and seals?' asked Frog. 'It's nonsense', said the father, 'and yet it's not the child's fault. Our motor is in me. He fills the empty space inside himself with foolish dreams that cannot possibly come true'.

But more and more I think that madness is the world's natural condition and to expect anything else is madness compounded.

We make fiction because we are fiction ... It lived us into being and it lives us still.

It may happen to me at any time that everything will be just what it is, with no stories in anything.

I saw the Fall of Troy! World War Five! I was pushing boxes at the Boston Tea Party! Now I'm gonna die in a dungeon.... [disgustedly] in Cardiff!

Experience, contrary to common belief, is mostly imagination.

I have always used the world of make-believe with a certain desperation.

The most important part of living realistically is to hold a true view of God. God is ultimate reality. He's the greatest factor in all that's real. When we let the truth about Him nourish us and remold our minds, this revolutionizes our lives.

Every person is trapped in their own particular bubble of delusion, and it's every person's task in life to break free. Books can help. We can make the past into the present, take you back in time and help you remember. We can show you things, shift your realities and widen your world, but the work of waking up is up to you.

Nowadays, in modern technological culture, sometimes we hear people complain that nothing feels real anymore. Everything in the modern world is plastic or digital or virtual. But I say, that was always life! That is life itself! Plato discussed that things in this life are only shadows of forms. So this is what I mean by the changing and unreal feeling of life.

In the time it takes to say 'now,' now is already over. It's already 'then.' 'Then' is the opposite of 'now.' So saying 'now' obliterates its meaning, turning it into exactly what it isn't.

Dreams are like doors. They're like portals to another reality, and once they're open, you better watch out.

There's nothing sadder than cyberspace . . . but I've already said this.

It made me sad when I caught myself pretending that everybody out there in cyberspace cared about what I thought, when really nobody gives

Maybe she was in a coma after all and just didn't know it.

It's probably the oldest question in the book, but that doesn't mean it's not special to you. Every person is trapped in their own particular bubble of delusion, and it's every person's task in life to break free. Books can help. We can make the past into the present, take you back in time and help you remember. We can show you things, shift your realities and widen your world, but the work of waking up is up to you.

You know how sometimes a thought can feel like it's outside your head, but you know it's really inside? Well, the voices weren't my thoughts. They were outside. They were different.

When everything you think you own—your belongings, your life—can be swept away in an instant, you must ask yourself, What is real?

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't now, then where did it go?

Ze truth about stories is that is all we are.' A famous Cherokee writer named Thomas King once said this. We are ze stories we tell ourselves, Benny-boy. We meck ourselves up. We meck each other up, too." I wondered if the Aleph was in his poem, or if I was. That would be weird, to be in someone else's poem, or someone else's book.