Quotes About Reality

Detestaba la palabra «evasión» aplicada a la ficción. Podría haber argumentado, y no solo por llevar la contraria, que la evasión era la vida real.

And the boat and the dock and the gravel on the shore, the trees sky-pointed or crouching, leaning out over the water, the complicated profile of surrounding islands and dim yet distinct mountains, seemed to exist in a natural confusion, more extravagant and yet more ordinary than anything I could dream or invent. Like a place that will go on existing whether you are there or not, and that in fact is still there.

If this were fiction, as I said, it would be too much, but it is true.

She read modern fiction too. Always fiction. She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about.

Una volta ragazze e ragazzi cercavano in ogni modo di apparire donne e uomini fatti, spesso con risultati ridicoli. Ora invece c'erano uomini e donne che cercavano di sembrare ragazzini finché, presumibilmente, un giorno si svegliavano a un passo dalla vecchiaia. (Marrakesh)

They had something close in front of them, a picture in front of their eyes that came between them and the world, which was the thing most adults seemed to have.

It occurred to him, and had occurred to him before, that there was after all something to be said for dealing with things the way most people of his age seemed to do. It was sensible perhaps to stop noticing, to believe that this was still the same world they were living in, with some dreadful but curable aberrations, never to understand how the whole arrangement had altered.

And so it often happened with those practical people. In spite of their calculations, their survival instincts, they might not get as far as they had quite reasonably expected. No doubt it seemed unfair.

And so it often happened with those practical people. In spite of their calculations, their survival instincts, they might not get as far as they had quite reasonable expected.

this is not a story, only life.

The preference most of them had for seeing through their camera, rather than looking at the real thing, and so on.

Ecco Dotty, tirata fuori dal mondo reale ed esposta alla luce, sospesa all'interno della splendida gelatina trasparente che Hugo ha passato la vita a imparare a realizzare. Si tratta di un numero di magia, non c'è altro modo per definirlo; si tratta, potremmo anche dire, di un generoso atto d'amore particolare, libero da ogni sentimentalismo. Di un dono felice e meraviglioso. (Materiali)

Quería saber. No había protección como no fuera en el saber. Quería ver la muerte sujeta y aislada detrás de una pared de hechos y circunstancias particulares, y no flotando libremente alrededor, ignorada pero poderosa, lista para colarse en cualquier parte.

Peoples lives, in Jubilee and elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing and unfathomable - deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about.

A gente pensa umas coisas que preferia não pensar. Acontece na vida.

She doesn't mistake that for reality, and neither does she mistake anything else for reality, and this is how she knows that she is sane. Meneseteung

It seems so much the truth it is the truth; it's what I believe.

I could see a nostril, an ear, plugged up with greenish mud. . . . I don't think I really saw all this. . . . I must have heard someone talking about that and imagined that I saw it.

Isn't it true that all the people I know in the world so far are hardly more than puppets for me, serving the glossy contrivings of my imagination?

particular kind of proud when they walk into a bar if they think about Bullock and all he knew about altering perception to improve reality.

Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: She's never coming home. A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.

If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.

I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.