Quotes About Reality

A superfície não crê no cubo ou na esfera.

Otuz y?ld?r," diye devam etti, "gerçeklerle boÄŸuÅŸuyorum; ÅŸimdi düÅŸ zaman?.

Old stories often turn out to be true.

all these are but dreams and shadows; the shadows that hide the real world from our eyes.

An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.

Nobody dast blame this man. For a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell you the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back -- that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

But the reality of power—a field of study Ezzedine had ignored, even as he benefited from it—could not be denied infinitely. He would be subject to its immutable laws whether he studied them or pretended they didn't exist.

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

La vraie vie est absente. Nous ne sommes pas au monde.

True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir! (And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen!)

Je vu quelques fois, ce que l'homme à cru voir

This lofty thought proves I dreamt it!

Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.

Ghosts!—They exist, they exist! Dead things playing at being alive.

La realtà di una notte, e anzi neppure quella di un'intera vita umana, non significano, al tempo stesso, anche la loro più profonda verità ». « E nessun sogno » disse egli con un leggero sospiro « è interamente un sogno ».

Every man takes the limits of his field of vision for the limits of the world.

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

Don Quixote's 'Delusions' is an excellent read - far better than my own forthcoming travel book, 'Walking Backwards Across Tuscany.'

Consciousness is not wholly, nor even primarily a device for receiving sense-impressions.

The chairs and tables around us which broadcast to us incessantly those signals which affect our sight and touch cannot in their nature be like unto the signals or to the sensations which the signals awake at the end of their journey.

Consciousness is not sharply defined, but fades into sub-consciousness; and beyond that we must postulate something indefinite but yet continuous with our mental nature. This I take it be the world-stuff.

Each of us is armed with this touchstone of actuality; by applying it we decide that this sorry world of ours is actual and Utopia is a dream. As our individual consciousnesses are different, so our touchstones are different; but fortunately they all agree in their indication of actuality - or at any rate those which agree are in sufficient majority to shut the others up in lunatic asylums.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.