Quotes About Reality

I think sometimes that I must live a great part of my life in a trance, or in some sort of anesthetic state.

What I corrupted is what is called the truth in favour of a more marvellous world.

No vemos las cosas como son, las vemos como somos

As if rising with her in his gyroscope of fantasy he took her to visit his collection of empty cages.

Man seems powerless to face the truth or the relative truth stripped of all adornment.

I realized that for me it is only and always the "literary" appeal that people and places make. The reality is void of interest. Flat.

Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress , my hairdresser, my make-up, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.

Cuando te embriaga un sentimiento, no importa cuál sea (ella está ahora ebria de un sentimiento imaginado), dejas de ver la realidad o la fealdad.

If in a dream I could break down and sob so bitterly when I meet my daughter it is only because I know, even in the dream, that I cannot really have her. When one lets so many years intervene one gets only ghosts.

Noi non vediamo le cose come sono; le vediamo come siamo noi.

Además, dado que es inteligente, comprende que a aquellos que son como yo no se les puede seducir sin ilusión. Y él no puede molestarse en crear ilusiones.

Henry no puede hacer que la ame menos, pero sí puede atormentarme haciendo que aparezca más irreal, más desinteresada, demostrando que June no existe, que sólo existe una imagen, inventada por nosotros, por la mente de Henry, y por mi poesía.

we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I said, almost indignantly, "That's the danger of it, it prepares you to live, but at the same time, it exposes you to disappointments because it gives a heightened concept of living, it leaves out the dull or stagnant moments.

Most diverse clientele—chiefly negroid: trap drummers, dancers, ham actors, pimps, whores, gamblers, fairies. Like Harlem almost. The conversations are rich. Unimaginable! I find all this so much more appetizing than cháteaus and churches. Human beings! Not relics.

I need your letters, as human assertions of reality.

But in life, we cannot always obtain from the lover a full image or revelation of what he sees in his loved one. It remains hidden from our eyes. Because love not only can detect a potential, aun unborn personality, a buried one, a disguised one, but also bring it into reality.

I wonder if the life I am leading is a dream or a reality. I feel far away from everything and everybody.

The dream then, instead of being something apart from reality, a private world of fantasy or imagination, is actually an essential part of our reality which can be shared and communicated by means of imagery.

What did I want? I wanted a life with you! And I get instead Radio City, the lights going up, "honey I love you," dancing all night, crap shooting, cellophane magic, chrome and black marble.

With the use of drugs people became passive, uncreative tourists in the world of images.

We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.

We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain, and thus destroyed itself by the dream.