Reality Quotes

The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.

If we think of the field as being removed, there is no 'space'which remains, since space does not have an independentexistence.

There is only the moment. The now. Only what you are experiencing at this second is real.

It would not be better if things happened to men just as they wish.

Happy the man who early learns the wide chasm that lies between his wishes and his powers.

I know and see too well, when not voluntarily blind, the speedy limits opersons called high and worthy.

What do we call the river? Every moment the water is changing, the shore is changing, every moment the environment is changing, what is the river then? It is the name of this series of changes.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.

The absurd is only too necessary on earth. The world stands on absurdities.

If relationships were hard, mariage was even harder... it seemed like most couples struggled. It went with the territory. What did Nana always say? Stick two different people with two different sets of expectations under one roof and it ain't always going to be shrimp and grits on Easter.

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

Reality: What a concept!

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are impaled on the crook of conditioning. A fish that is in the water has no choice that he is. Genius would have it that we swim in sand. We are fish and we drown.

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.

"Comfort" is no test of truth; on the contrary, truth is often far from being "comfortable".

Most people, probably, are in doubt about certain matters ascribed to their past. They may have seen them, may have said them, done them, or they may only have dreamed or imagined they did so.

In war it does not matter who is right, but who is left.

As a child, reality is whatever one makes of it.

She wasn't, nor ever had been, under the illusion that marriage was a relationship characterized by endless bliss and romance. Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how the couple loved each other.

My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.

The future is only a thought form. Work with the present moment. Be with what is.

There is no such thing as a perfect flawless attitude.

Many have imagined republics and principalities which have never been seen or known to exist in reality; for how we live is so far removed from how we ought to live, that he who abandons what is done for what ought to be done, will rather bring about his own ruin than his preservation.

No man can tame a tiger into a kitten by stroking it.

Men cannot conceive of a state of things so fair that it cannot be realized.

When you are trapped in a nightmare, your motivation to awaken will be so much greater than that of someone caught up in a relatively pleasant dream.

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo

We know that every father has a personal responsibility to do right by their kids - to encourage them to turn off the video games and pick up a book; to teach them the difference between right and wrong; to show them through our own example the value in treating one another as we wish to be treated. And most of all, to play an active and engaged role in their lives.

Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.

I am a generous man, by nature, and far more trusting than I should be. Indeed. The real world is risky territory for people with generosity of spirit. Beware.

Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in flesh.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Anything you dream is fiction, and anything you accomplish is science, the whole history of mankind is nothing but science fiction.

Numbers serve to discipline rhetoric. Without them it is too easy to follow flights of fancy, to ignore the world as it is and to remold it nearer the heart's desire.

This conflict between right and fact has endured since the origins of society. To bring the duel to an end, to consolidate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise.

He who thinks he leads, but has no followers, is only taking a walk.

The really important things are said over cocktails and are never done.

Not only does the psyche exist, but it is existence itself. It is an almost absurd prejudice to suppose that existence can only be physical...We might well say, on the contrary, that physical existence is a mere inference, since we know of matter only in so far as we perceive psychic images mediated by the senses.

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.

In quitting this strange world he has once again preceded me by a little. That doesn't mean anything. For those of us who believe in physics, this separation between past, present, and future is only an illusion, however tenacious.

Nothing has happened in the past; it happened in the Now. Nothing will ever happen in the future; it will happen in the Now.

It's always darkest before it becomes totally black.

As for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream.

Really, all things and persons are related to us, but according to our nature, they act on us not at once, but in succession, andwe are made aware of their presence one at a time. All persons, all things which we have known, are here present, and many more than we see; the world is full.

Things always work according to their nature.

One and all have to face reality now.

The lunatic's visions of horror are all drawn from the material of daily fact.

The Absolute and the Infinite can become this universe only by limitation.

[Paris] is dirty. It has pigeons and black yards. The people have white skin.

Nobody can predict the future; the idea is to have a firm grasp of the present.

Don't believe everything you hear: Real eyes, Realize, Real lies

The mind, in short, works on the data it receives very much as the sculptor works on his block of stone.

When the mind's eye rests on objects illuminated by truth and reality, it understands and comprehends them, and functions intelligently; but when it turns to the twilight world of change and decay, it can only form opinions, its vision is confused and its beliefs shifting, and it seems to lack intelligence.

Things keep their secrets.

This body is a combination. It is only a fiction to say that I have one body, you another, and the sun another.

A third felicity of age is that it has found expression. The youth suffers not only from ungratified desires, but from powers untried, and from a picture in his mind of a career which has as yet no outward reality. He is tormented with the want of correspondence between things and thoughts.

Reality is not optional.

For, if we take an examination of what is generally understood by happiness, as it has respect either to the understanding or the senses, we shall find all its properties and adjuncts will herd under this short definition: that it is a perpetual possession of being well deceived.

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.