#Reality Quotes

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”

“Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.”

“The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”

“Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.”

“Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,I care not for thee, Kate: this is no worldTo play with mammets and to tilt with lips:We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.”

“Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.”

“A dream itself is but a shadow.”

“So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament.”

“When remedies are past, the griefs are endedBy seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.”

“Too nice, and yet too true!”

“And nothing is, but what is not.”

“Poor wretches that dependOn greatness' favor, dream as I have done;Wake, and find nothing.”

“The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours,Even in the moment that we call them ours.”

“Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?”

“O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.”

“To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.”

“Cause and effect are two sides of one fact.”

“Earth's a howling wilderness,Truculent with fraud and force.”

“But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.”

“Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?”

“Our impatience of miles, when we are in a hurry; but it is still best that a mile should have seventeen hundred and sixty yards.”

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

“A little fact is worth a whole limbo of dreams.”

“Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.”

“O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.”

“The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo”

“If I could put my hand on the north star, would it be as beautiful? The sea is lovely, but when we bathe in it the beauty forsakesall the near water. For the imagination and senses cannot be gratified at the same time.”

“Power obeys reality, and not appearances; power is according to quality, and not quantity.”

“You will think me very pedantic, gentlemen, but holiday though it may be, I have not the smallest interest in any holiday, except as it celebrates real and not pretended joys.”

“We come to our own and would make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise. We can never part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet. It is firm water: it is cold flame: what health, what affinity!”

“But since the affairs of men rests still incertain,Let's reason with the worst that may befall.”

“Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.”

“Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.”

“Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.”

“The secret of genius is to suffer no fiction to exist for us; to realize all that we know; in the high refinement of modern life,in arts, in sciences, in books, in men, to exact good faith, reality, and a purpose; and first, last, midst, and without end, to honor every truth by use.”

“The most dangerous thing is illusion.”

“The best conversation is rare. Society seems to have agreed to treat fictions as realities, and realities as fictions; and the simple lover of truth, especially if on very high grounds, as a religious or intellectual seeker, finds himself a stranger and alien.”

“Nature: She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.”

“Thought dissolves the material universe by carrying the mind up into a sphere where all is plastic.”

“Life will show you masks that are worth all your carnivals”

“Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion”

“Time is indeed the theater and seat of illusions; nothing is so ductile and elastic. The mind stretches an hour to a century, and dwarfs an age to an hour.”

“Everything is made of one hidden stuff.”

“When I waked, I cried to dream again”

“Things refuse to be mismanaged for long.”

“I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.”

“And what avails it that science has come to treat space and time as simply forms of thought, and the material world as hypothetical, and withal our pretension of property and even of self-hood are fading with the rest, if, at last, even our thoughts are not finalities, but the incessant flowing and ascension reach these also, and each thought which yesterday was a finality, to-day is yielding to a larger generalization?”

“I wish that friendship should have feet, as well as eyes and eloquence. It must plant itself on the ground, before it vaults overthe moon. I wish it to be a little of a citizen, before it is quite a cherub.”

“The Same, the Same: friend and foe are of one stuff; the ploughman, the plough, and the furrow, are of one stuff; and the stuff is such, and so much, that the variations of form are unimportant.”

“Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches.”