Quotes About Reality

NOUMENON, n. That which exists, as distinguished from that which merely seems to exist, the latter being a phenomenon. The noumenon is a bit difficult to locate; it can be apprehended only be a process of reasoning—which is a phenomenon. Nevertheless, the discovery and exposition of noumena offer a rich field for what Lewes calls the endless variety and excitement of philosophic thought. Hurrah (therefore) for the noumenon!

INFANCY, n. The period of our lives when, according to Wordsworth, Heaven lies about us. The world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.

Si deseas que tus sueños se hagan realidad, ¡despierta!

IMAGINATION, n. A warehouse of facts, with poet and liar in joint ownership.

CARTESIAN, adj. Relating to Descartes, a famous philosopher, author of the celebrated dictum, Cogito ergo sum—whereby he was pleased to suppose he demonstrated the reality of human existence. The dictum might be improved, however, thus: Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum— I think that I think, therefore I think that I am; as close an approach to certainty as any philosopher has yet made.

The world," he said, "grows hourly more and more sceptical of all that lies beyond its own narrow radius; and our men of science foster the fatal tendency. The Phantom Coach

In this world, what is here is not necessarily here, and what is now may not really be now: place and time are malleable, and everything is seen through a haze of probabilities, rather than with certainty.

I could not persuade her that a place does not merely exist, that it has to be invented in one's imagination.

in her inward reality she was a vehicle of transformation, travelling through the mists of illusion towards the elusive, ever-receding landfall that was Truth.

It is healthy to be disabused of our self-deceptions every now and then, even if it hurts.

Who says there even is a real Shenkt? People like things that are simple. Black and white. Good and evil. They want to make a choice and tell themselves they were right. But as His Eminence is fond of saying, the real world is painted in greys. The truth is complicated, full of mixed emotions and blurred outcomes and each-way bets. The truth … is a hard sell.

He's living in a dream! Pandered to, and coddled, and utterly spoiled his whole life! That boy and the real world are entire strangers to one another!

Years, back, when they first made him a sergeant, he'd imagined the officers much have all the answers. When he was given his commission, he'd imagined the generals must have all the answers. When King Orso made him a general, he'd imagined the Closed counsel bust have all the answers. Now, as a lord marshal, he finally knew it for an absolute fact. No one had the answers. Worse. There weren't any.

It always catches people by surprise, the moment of their death, even when they should see it coming. They always think they're special, somehow expect a reprieve. But no one's special.

It's a hard world. No one gets what they deserve.

But it's 'cause real life is what it is that a man needs daydreams.

But it's 'cause real life is what it is that a man needs daydreams. Most

Disbelieve this sword, it will still cut you. He is God. We all walk His path regardless

Life – the way it really is – is a battle not between good and bad, but between bad and worse' Joseph

No debería haberse permitido albergar ilusiones, pero las esperanzas son como las malas hierbas, que siguen apareciendo por muchas veces que las desbroces.

Huh." Above us, not ten strides distant, are some of the most fashionable addresses in the city. The shimmering palaces and a river of shit, so much closer together than most would ever like to believe. Everything beautiful has a dark side, and some of us must dwell there, so that others can laugh in the light.

You know the trouble with a pretty face?" Judge was saying. "People get used to its advantages, and when it's took away, they lack the wherewithal to make a success of themselves. Nothing sadder'n a person who used to be beautiful. They have this desperate smile. Like me, it says. Like me, even though there's nothing left to like.

Comes to be everything reminds you of something past. Somewhere past. Someone. Yourself, maybe, how you were. The now gets fainter and the past more and more real. The future worn down to but a stub.' Lamb

what really happened doesn't matter half so much as what people want to hear.