Quotes About Reality

For life is practically a battle. To all intents and purposes a battle. Except for a few lucky fellows who can read books, and so avoid the realities.

I was brought up to be honest; the trouble is it gets me nowhere.

In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life, though vivid, was largely a dream.

It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real.

When real things are so wonderful, what is the point of pretending?

He has dreams—not exactly spiritual dreams: but dreams of the tangible and the actual: robust dreams, which take him, not to heaven, but another earth.

How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself—hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth—their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.

With his head on the fender and all his limbs relaxed, he felt almost as safe as he felt once when his mother killed a ghost in the passage by carrying him through it in her arms. There was no ghost now; he was frightened at reality; he was frightened at the splendors and horrors of the world.

I used to be so dreamy about a man's love as a girl, and think that, for good or evil, love must be the great thing. But it hasn't been; it has been itself a dream.

If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming true.

Untrue; but then, so is most information.

The real thing's money and all the rest is a dream.

She and the victim seemed alone in a world of unreality, and she loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

Alas! that Henry should fade away as reality emerged, and only her love for him should remain clear, stamped with his image like the cameos we rescue out of dreams.

For a moment the visible world faded away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real.

Alec no era un héroe ni un dios, sino un hombre inmerso en una sociedad como él, para el que el mar y los bosques y la fresca brisa y el sol no preparaban ninguna apoteosis.

You show so very clearly that intelligence and sympathy are superficial - good enough things in their way - they do what they can and would gladly do more; but the real thing is "being there", and the worst of it is, no two human beings can be in the same place

La Máquina es mucho, pero no lo es todo. Ahora veo a algo que se parece a ti en esta placa, pero no te veo a ti. Oigo algo que se parece a ti en este teléfono, pero no te oigo a ti.

She was so quick, so clear-headed, so imaginative even. But all the same, she had forgotten what people were like. Finding life dull, she had dropped lies into it, as a chemist drops a new element into a solution, hoping that life would thereby sparkle or turn some beautiful colour.

They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him.

Marriage is a good deal like a circus: there is not as much in it as is represented in the advertising.

When we woke up to the realization that we were independent and that independence meant having a culture that we could call our own, we discovered that all we had that might be termed indigenous or native was what had been created or reassembled and maintained here by those at the bottom of the economic ladder.

Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality.

Your world is a living expression of how you are using and have used your mind.