Quotes About Reality

Verdaderamente la vida no está en los extremos. La vida y, por tanto, la realidad del mundo, están en el medio, no en los extremos

Ã…Å¡wiat przypatruje siÄ™ wielkiemu widowisku walki i Å›mierci, które zresztÄ… trudno mu sobie wyobrazi?, bo obraz wojny jest nieprzekazywalny. Ani piórem, ani gÅ'osem, ani kamerÄ…. Wojna jest rzeczywistoÅ›ciÄ… tylko dla tych, którzy tkwiÄ… w jej zakrwawionym, wstrÄ™tnym, brudnym wnÄ™trzu. Dla innych jest stronicÄ… ksi??ki, obrazem na ekranie, niczym wiÄ™cej.

Má»™t v?t ch?ng Ä'âu vào Ä'âu tr? thành Ä'i?u gì Ä'ó quan tr?ng vì chúng ta Ä'ã quy?t ??nh nhÆ° th?. Trí t??ng t??ng c?a chúng ta Ä'ã bôi thÆ¡m và tán dÆ°Æ¡ng nó.

The world contemplates the great spectacle of combat and death, which is difficult for it to imagine in the end, because the image of war is not communicable – not by the pen, or the voice, or the camera. War is a reality only to those stuck in its bloody, dreadful, filthy insides. To others it is pages in a book, pictures on a screen, nothing more.

But why is it that if you imagine a baby who stinks to high heaven. But why is it that if you imagine a baby smells of milk, for example, you can't help smiling? Why is there such agreement about the world what is or isn't foul smell? Who decided what smells bad? Is it impossible that somewhere in this world there are people who, if they sat next to a homeless fellow, they'd urge to snuggle up to him, but if they sat next to a baby they's get an urge to kill it?

The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.

Every mental act is composed of doubt and belief, but it is belief that is the positive, it is belief that sustains thought and holds the world together.

What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content.

I opened my eyes and saw the real world, and I began to laugh, and i haven't stopped since.

Intelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.

He who is educated by anxiety is educated by possibility… When such a person, therefore, goes out from the school of possibility, and knows more thoroughly than a child knows the alphabet that he demands of life absolutely nothing, and that terror, perdition, annihilation, dwell next door to every man, and has learned the profitable lesson that every dread which alarms may the next instant become a fact, he will then interpret reality differently…

What philosophers say about actuality [Virkelighed] is often just as disappointing as it is when one reads on a sign in a secondhand shop: Pressing Done Here. If a person were to bring his clothes to be pressed, he would be duped, for the sign is merely for sale.

Therefore, truth is not a matter of knowing this or that but of being in the truth.

Life's existential tasks have lost the interest of reality; illusion cannot build a sanctuary for the divine growth of inwardness which ripens to decisions. One man is curious about another, every one is undecided, and their way of escape is to say that some one must come who will do something--and then they will bet on him.

What I complain of is that life is not like a novel where there are hard-hearted fathers, and goblins and trolls to fight with, enchanted princesses to free. What are all such enemies taken together compared to the pallid, bloodless, glutinous nocturnal shapes with which I fight and to which I myself give life and being.

An illusion can never be destroyed directly, and only by indirect means can it be radically removed... That is, one must approach from behind the person who is under an illusion.

What shall it profit the sick man to imagine himself, as all men do, to be well, if the physician says he is sick!

AÅŸk için her ÅŸey imgedir; ama imge de hakikattir.

It is not truth that rules the world but illusions.

There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true. The other is to refuse to accept what is true.

For me, nothing is more dangerous than recollection. Once I have recalled some life-situation it ceases to exist. People say that separation helps to revive love. That is quite true, but it revives it purely in a poetic way. A life in recollection is the most perfect imaginable; memory gives you your fill more abundantly than all of reality and has a security which no reality possesses.

Subjectivity is truth

Truth is not a sum of statements, not a definition, not a system of concepts, but a life.

Nobody knows more of the truth than what he is of the truth. To properly know the truth is to be in the truth; it is to have the truth for one's life. This always costs a struggle. Any other kind of knowledge is a falsification. In short, the truth, if it is really there, is a being, a life.