Quotes About Reality

Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

You really expect answers to your calling when you are young. You feel that whatever you may think can be real. And some times maybe that is not so wrong.

Whoever he was or whatever he was and no matter how different and crazy he seemed, he was not crazy.

People come to films drowned in reality, leaving behind heart failures, cancer, failed marriages, bad jobs, mean bosses, and future sickness. What they need is not happy endings, but proper endings.

Did you ever read that story about the man who traveled to the future and found everyone there insane? Everyone. But since they were all insane they didn't know they were all insane. They all acted alike and so they thought themselves normal. And since our hero was the only sane one among them, he was abnormal; therefore, he was the insane one. To them, at least. Yes, Mr. Douglas, insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

Da te pustim na miru! Sve je to lepo, ali kako sebe da pustim da miru? Ne treba da budemo pušteni na miru. Zaista treba da se uznemirimo s vremena na vreme. Kad si se poslednji put stvarno uznemirila? Zbog ne?eg važnog, zbog ne?eg stvarnog?

Let me alone," said Mildred. "I didn't do anything." "Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

Cuando en la oscuridad olvidamos lo cerca que estamos del vacío, algún día se presentará y se apoderará de nosotros, porque habremos olvidado lo terrible y real que puede ser.

Le téléviseur est réel. Il est présent. Il a ses dimensions. Il vous dit ce qu'il faut penser, vous le hurle à la figure. Il doit avoir raison. Il semble avoir raison. Il vous pousse à un tel rythme vers ses conclusions que votre esprit n'a pas le temps de s'écrier: C'est idiot.

Intuited novels are far more 'true' than all your scribbled data-fact reportage in the history of the world!

solo podemos crecer y progresar en este mundo si admitimos que no somos perfectos y podemos vivir con esta verdad

Qué miras papá? —Estoy buscando lógica terrestre, sentido común, gobierno honesto, paz y responsabilidad. —¿Todas esas cosas están allá arriba? —No. No las he encontrado. Ya no están ahí. Y nunca volverán a estarlo. Quizá nunca lo estuvieron.

What a dreadful surprise," said Beatty. "For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are. But let's not talk about them, eh? By the time the consequences catch up with you, it's too late, isn't it, Montag?

For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are.

Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I let myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over. I

Un hombre de la Tierra piensa: «En ese cuadro no hay realmente color. Un físico puede probar que el color es sólo una forma de la materia, un reflejo de la luz, no la realidad misma». Un marciano, mucho más inteligente, diría: «Este cuadro es hermoso. Nació de la mano y la mente de un hombre inspirado. El tema y los colores vienen de la vida. Es una cosa buena».

Yo creo que hay una verdad en todos los mundos. Y todas ellas son partes de una misma verdad. Un día todas se unirán como trozos de un gran rompecabezas.

Quién es usted para discutir lo que pasa? Aquí estamos. ¿Qué es la vida, de todos modos? ¿Quién decide por qué, para qué o dónde? Sólo sabemos que estamos aquí, vivos otra vez, y no hacemos preguntas.

Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

No necesitamos estar tranquilos. A veces debemos preocuparnos. ¿Desde cuándo no estás realmente preocupada? Preocupada por algo importante, algo verdadero.

Mi esposa afirma que los libros no son reales. – Y gracias a Dios por ello. Uno puede cerrarlos, decir: aguarda un momento.

Cuando en la oscuridad olvidamos lo cerca que estamos del vacío –decía mi abuelo–, algún día se presentará y se apoderará de nosotros, porque habremos olvidado lo terrible y lo real que puede ser.