Quotes About Reality

nu-mi amintesc s? fi crezut vreodat? c? viaÈ›a care ni se oferise era foarte urât?. ViaÈ›a era aÈ™a cum era si gata, creÈ™team cu obligaÈ›ia de a le-o face dificil? celorlalÈ›i înainte ca ei s? ne-o fac? dificil? nou?.

And that is how I see it today: it's not the neighborhood that's sick, it's not Naples, it's the entire earth, it's the universe, or universes. And shrewdness means hiding and hiding from oneself the true state of things.

Places of the imagination are visited in books. Seen in reality they may be hard to recognize; they are disappointing, they might even seem fake.

You see? In the fairy tales one does as one wants, and in reality one does what one can." "That's

Reality can't stay inside the elegant moulds of art; it always spills over, indecorously.

Diferentemente do que ocorre nos romances, a vida verdadeira, depois que passou, tende não para a clareza, mas para a obscuridade.

SpíÅ¡ mi to pÃ…â"¢ipadalo jako jeden z mnoha zp?sob?, jak pÃ…â"¢esvÄ›d?it sami sebe, že v životÄ› vždycky máme nÄ›jakou tenkou vÄ›tev, které se chytíme, a jak na ní visíme, zvykáme si na nevyhnutelnost toho, že se zÃ…â"¢ítíme.

I there first felt the impact of time, the force that was pushing me toward forty, the velocity with which life was consumed, the concreteness of the exposure to death: If it's happening to her, I thought, there's no escape, it will happen to me as well.

Pozorovala jsem, naslouchala a vyklánÄ›la jsem se z prostoru toho, ?ím jsme se s Lilou v dÄ›tství chtÄ›ly stát a ?ím jsem se já skute?nÄ› stala.

Nas fábulas se age como se quer, na realidade se faz o que se pode.

Sie verstärkte die Realität, während sie sie auf Worte reduzierte, sie flößte ihr Energie ein.

Literary work couldn't seriously force the whirlpool of debris that constituted the real into any grammatical or syntactical order.

Reality can't stay inside the elegant moulds of art; it always spills over, indecorously. An enemy may simply be someone who, out of a sort of emotional exhaustion, has avoided the effort, the complexity, the pleasure - all the ambiguities of friendship.

Lepota koju je ?erulova imala u glavi odmalena nije našla put, Grekova, i završila se cela na licu, na grudima, bedrima, dupetu, na mestima gde brzo prolazi i kao da nikada nije postojala." Elena Ferante, "Moja genijalna prijateljica

It seemed to me - articulated in words of today - that not only did she know how to put things well but she was developing a gift that I was already familiar with: more effectively than she had as a child, she took the facts and in a natural way charged them with tension; she intensified reality as she reduced it to words, she injected with energy. But I also realized, with pleasure, that, as soon as she began to do this, I felt able to do the same, and I tried and it came easily.

Yo estaba aturdida, tenía la sensación de que la piel me apretaba demasiado los músculos, los huesos. Esa era la verdadera vida de Carrano. O la falsa, pero a mí me parecía ya más propia de él que la otra.

L'infanzia e' una fabbrica di menzogne che durano all'imperfetto: la mia almeno era stata cosi

Children don't know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.

Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity.

You see? In the fairy tales one does as one wants, and in reality one does what one can.

She took the facts and in a natural way charged them with tension; she intensified reality as she reduced it to words, she injected it with energy.

Luchaba entre varias memorias y la memoria de lo sucedido era la única irreal para él.

No se imaginen cosas que no existen, que no van a acabar bien

También el general, incapaz de dibujar sus días, vivía fuera del tiempo, sin pasado y sin futuro y, para olvidar su presente engañoso