For thousands of years humans were oppressed— as some of us still are— by the notion that the universe is a marionette whose strings are pulled by a god or gods, unseen and inscrutable. Then, 2,500 years ago, there was a glorious awakening in Ionia: on Samos and the other nearby Greek colonies that grew...

Conchpore is real. It is as real as Malgudi, Brahmpur, Lilliput or Macondo. And also as real as San Francisco, Madurai, Edinburgh, Gaborone or Tokyo. You know that fictional towns exist. You visit them all the time.

The reality is life is a single-player game. You’re born alone. You’re going to die alone. All of your interpretations are alone. All your memories are alone. You’re gone in three generations and nobody cares. Before you showed up, nobody cared. It’s all single-player.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” (Edmund Burke)

He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors.He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts.He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.

reality sucks, that’s probably why we dream. Why our bodies need sleep. So we can escape. Escape this earth, at least just for a little while. Everynight, we get to go away. Sleep is the only time I feel safe. The only time I can leave this place. This reality that feels like needles sticking...

This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!

A hallucination is a species of reality, as capable of teaching you as a videotape about Kilimanjaro or anything else that falls through your life.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ‘Blessed are they that mourn,’ and I accept it. I’ve got nothing that I hadn’t bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.

Never underestimate the power of a pity fuck, which makes for about ninety percent of women’s collective dating history.

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.

…reality, however utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays….

One absolutely sure way to be fearless is to speak the truth at all time about everything.

I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. The lines between reality and delusion had become so blurred.

Sometimes the unyielding are just fighting to stay alive. No one wants to find out that their life was a lie. And when you change someone’s mind, you are only rebirthing them into your reality. You destroyed one truth just to replace it with your own. And now you’ve just played God, without declaring yourself...

What else could it be? That is the truth that you spoke to me, the truth that brings power.

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

What is 34 in Reality, anyway?

J’ai toujours préféré la folie des passions à la sagesse de l’indifférence.

Naturally, for a person who finds his identity in something other than his full organism is less than half a man. He is cut off from complete participation in nature. Instead of being a body, he ‘has’ a body. Instead of living and loving he ‘has’ instincts for survival and copulation.

Nothing is pending in the world…nothing is finished, yet nothing is unresolved…Everything is filled to the brim.

It is great good health to believe as the Hindus do that there are 33 million gods and goddesses in the world. It is great good health to want to understand one s dreams. It is great good health to desire the ambiguous and paradoxical. It is sickness of the profoundest kind to believe that...

One concrete way in which we all landscape our sanity is by having our experience of reality confirmed by others. When our experience of reality is disconfirmed by others, our confidence in our own sanity can be undermined. (page 125, Chapter 9, Graeme Galton)

Make your reality large enough for your dreams.

The things that may change our world to make better; smiling, helping, respecting, loving & forgiving.

Reality is myself, reality is only the perception of this instant and it can’t be related to another person.

As a sea is full of drops of liquid, I was but one in the ocean of WarMany are swept ruthlessly into the battering, bashing waves, and only few survive to swim to shore

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

Luck is not some esoteric, godlike phenomenon. Luck is countable but undefinable. Luck easily can be explained as number of factors acting in a favour of a person. These factors’ behaviour could be statistically proved , and the probability of such result is possible. It is not related to something explainable event. Actually, the miracle...

But I felt like I’d made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast.

I don’t watch reality TV.

If we did have a child, and he came to you with something like this, would you tell him to take the money, to take the job that didn’t mean anything? Why am I even asking, I know what you’d say. You’d tell him to do the thing he loved, the thing that made him...

If you want to see, then begin to see how you see.

I know, I know,” Moore said. “Mad beliefs like that, eh? Must be some metaphor, right? Must mean something else?” Shook his head. “What an awfully arrogant thing. What if faiths are exactly what they are? And mean exactly what they say?” “Stop trying to make sense of it and just listen,” Dane said.”And what,”...

Doffing the ego’ssafe glory, he findshis naked reality.

If you’re born a man, be a man. If a woman, be proud of being one. For, you’re not the body, mind, this or that. “Ye are gods!” – human.

If it looks real and feels real, do you think it matters if it’s real?

Sometimes I have to be pulled down to reality. I want everything to happen all at once.

We are evolving as one species – not only as Americans, Syrians, Russians, Chinese, and jihadists. We cannot attack one without inflicting forms of violence and destruction upon ourselves. This is our new reality.

The waking have one world in common; sleepers have each a private world of his own.

But you knoe, she’s right. Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it’s utterly precious.

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.

Dream big!But not so big that it becomes a mess, and you may never reach reality.

Its oke to be sad. I’ve been trained to love my darkness

In the twentieth century nothing can better cure the anthropocentrism that is the author of all our ills than to cast ourselves into the physics of the infinitely large (or the infinitely small).

Grace is everywhere as an active orientation of all created reality toward God.

With photography a new language has been created. Now for the first time it is possible to express reality by reality. We can look at an impression as long as we wish, we can delve into it and, so to speak, renew past experiences at will.

I thought I would marry my boyfriend and grow old and sick of him. I thought I would keep my friends, and we’d make different, new memories. None of that happened. Better things happened. Then why am I so sad?

Today, man has been mired in invalidness up to such an extent, that being suspicious about reality isn’t in his hand.

If you know something is an illusion, why pretend it is reality?