Quotes About Reality

Tout ça c'est des regrets qui ne font pas bouillir la marmite.

Viaggiare, è proprio utile, fa lavorare l'immaginazione. Tutto il resto è delusione e fatica. Il viaggio che ci è dato è interamente immaginario. Ecco la sua forza. Va dalla vita alla morte. Uomini, bestie, città e cose, è tutto inventato. E' un romanzo, nient'altro che una storia fittizia. Lo dice Littrè, lui non sbaglia mai. E poi in ogni caso, tutti possono fare altrettanto. Basta chiudere gli occhi. E' dall'altra parte della vita.

If we didn't find it, we could always pass out at the foot of some wall and sleep for an hour, if there was an hour left. In this business of getting killed, it's no use being picky and choosy … You've got to act as if life were going on, and that lie is the hardest part of it.

Ya no nos queda demasiada música dentro para hacer bailar a la vida: ahí esta. Toda la juventud ha ido a morir al fin del mundo en el silencio de la verdad. ¿Y adónde ir, fuera, decidme, cuando no llevas contigo la suma suficiente de delirio? La verdad es una agonía ya interminable. La verdad de este mundo es la muerte. Hay que escoger: morir o mentir. Yo nunca me he podido matar.

Truth is inedible. Nowadays

Dragostea e infinitul aflat la îndemâna javrelor care se c??elesc.

Plus de mystère, plus de niaiserie, on a bouffé toute sa poésie puisqu'on a vécu jusque-là. Des haricots, la vie.

The mind is satisfied with phrased, but not the body, the body is more fastidious, it wants muscles. A body always tells the truth, that's why it's usually depressing and disgusting to look at.

To achieve the essence of real externality, whether of time or space or dimension, one must forget that such things as organic life, good and evil, love and hate, and all such local attributes of a negliglible and temporary race called mankind, have any existance at all.

I've learned the hard way," she said, holding Jonathan's letter, "that people aren't always what they seem to be at first." "But sometimes they are," Sam said.

She had learned—by degrees—the ability to accept what life was handing her instead of what she wished for.

The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real.

There is a distinction between fact and truth. Truth has an element of revelation about it. If something is true, it does more than strike one as merely being so.

I used to think that once you really knew a thing, its truth would shine on forever. Now it's pretty obvious to me that more often than not the batteries fade, and sometimes what you knew even goes out with a bang when you try and call on it, just like a light bulb cracking off when you throw the switch.

I used to think truth was eternal, that once I knew, once I saw, it would be with me forever, a constant by which everything else could be measured. I know now that this isn't so, that most truths are inherently unretainable, that we have to work hard all our lives to remember the most basic things. Society is no help. It tells us again and again that we can most be ourselves by acting and looking like someone else...

I used to think truth was eternal, that once I knew, once I saw, it would be with me forever, a constant by which everything else could be measured. I know now that this isn't so, that most truths are inherently unretainable, that we have to work hard all our lives to remember the most basic things.

Now I knew that joy was a kind of fearlessness, a letting go of expectations that the world should be anything other than what it was.

I asked Doss if she had no regard for appearancs. She said, 'I've been keeping up appearances all my life. Now I'm going in for realities. Appearances can go hang!

You don't know love when you see it. You've tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that. There, that's the first sensible thing I've ever said in my life. I wonder how I managed it?

E ela era mais rica naqueles sonhos do que na realidade, pois o que os olhos veem é passageiro, mas o que não veem é eterno.

But we can't have things perfect in this imperfect world

Long ago, before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried to imagine what they would be like ... When I saw a real diamond in a lady's ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it was very lovely but it wasn't my idea of a diamond.

Los únicos momentos en los que siento que estoy envejeciendo son cuando miro las fotografías de las revistas. Los héroes y las heroínas me están pareciendo demasiado jóvenes.

Have you ever read stories that weren't true? demanded Paula.