Words, no matter whether they are vocalized and made into sounds or remain unspoken as thoughts, can cast an almost hypnotic spell upon you. You easily lose yourself in them, become hypnotized into implicitly believing...

Reality is complicated. There is no justification for all of the hasty conclusions.

If you look at American studios, the big productions have nothing to do with reality.

but the Outlanders are fooling themselves. The BookWorld is as orderly as people in the RealWorld *hope* their own world to be—it isn’t a mirror, it’s an aspiration.

The physical world exists, but that’s only the paint and canvas; that’s only the instrument we use to make music; that’s only the stage where the play is performed.

When faced with unbridled wildness of reality, dinosaurs fall into fevered delusions of grandeur. In fits of madness, they recreate the world in their own overblown image, bull-dozing the wild and replacing it with a...

What ever you think, you can make it real.

I am smiling a big adopted-orphan smile as I write this … I still love scribbling the word – WRITER – any time on a form, questionnaire, document asks for my occupation. Fine, I write...

Harsh reality is always better than false hope.

The awareness that seeks to know is the very object of its own seeking.

The reality is, I don’t think it’s going to matter.

The city of Leonia refashions itself every day: every morning the people wake between fresh sheets, wash with just-unwrapped cakes of soap, wear brand-new clothing, take from the latest model refrigerator still unopened tins, listening...

Angels, fairies, gods, hell-heaven, “mediating” messiahs, demons, spirits etc. – are but your cultural-isms. Free be of these prisons.

It was all fine until the girls started drinking. (Everything is always fine up until that point.)

Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it’s less good than the one you had before. You can fight it, you can do nothing but scream about what you’ve lost, or you can accept...

Sono una prostituta, è vero, però non mi vendo a tutti.

You don’t ask of Justice; it asks of you.” -Danny Rollings

Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.

Where does fiction end and reality begin?

Art’s only concern with the real is to abolish it, and to substitute for it a new reality

I’ve studied pathological liars, and anything they say, they believe, and that’s one of the reasons they’re so convincing, because they have no connection with the truth. It’s a dead issue. It’s like they’re color-blind...

I’m probably something like 95% chicken nugget

I might be a very weird lover; having you the center of my dreams and reality.

to forget about life for awhile,” as that oldBilly Joel song once said, but the scotch couldn’t anesthetize his painand provide a retreat from the reality of his latest failures.

Lies have always been easier to invent than reality.

a good idea is only good if thereis a well-thought-out plan tomake it a reality.

Physical reality does not require that we be pleased with its mechanism.

Even if the reality is, there’s nothing more that he could have done back in Washington or anywhere else … the symbol matters.

Cultures produce myths because they satisfy a deep-rooted human need: the need to make sense of life. Myths are appealing because they reduce the complexity of experience, by making things seem simple and absolute; myths...

I guess we’re all, or most of us, the wards of that nineteenth-century science which denied existence to anything it could not measure or explain. The things we couldn’t explain went right on but surely...

When love speaks it is about us or we. When ego speaks it is about I or me.

But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.

Perception, influenced by experience and knowledge creates an acceptable level of reality.

The Self of everyone, the Atma of everyone, the transcendental field of reality of everyone, is the same in everyone. Whether the body calls itself an American, German, Indian or Chinese, it doesn’t matter.

The right method of philosophy would be this. To say nothing except what can be said, i.e. the propositions of natural science, i.e. something that has nothing to do with philosophy: and then always, when...

Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only Silence. Indifference.

No more lies and speeches of delusions out of the reality of our existence

That day we held our hands and each other was indeed a beautiful dream. But, we all wake up in the end.

The answers are what they are. Just because you don’t like them doesn’t mean they aren’t true.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived,...

Plato was the first to envisage the idea of timeless existence and to emphasize it—against reason—as a reality, more [real] than our actual experience…

We spend much of our lives going about completely blind to reality, and yet we still have the gall to act victimized when it invariably catches up to us.

The cop looks annoyed, like we’re giving him a headache. I want to explain everything to him that its really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

Mengapa yang tidak setuju tak dapat mengekang nafsu menghina? Antara kita sendiri, kalau hanya hendak menghina pun tidak semua bisa berdiri sama tinggi. Penghinaan yang bodoh hanya akan memukul diri sendiri.

I’m fighting a long term disease it’s called Death and I will have it until I take my last breath

We each come to create the reality we believe we deserve.

The laws of physics were the OS of some inconceivable supercomputer called reality.

If you can’t trust me,than there is no point in being yours.

When he first said my diagnosis, I couldn’t believe it. There must be another PTSD than post-traumatic stress disorder, I thought. I have only heard of war veterans who have served on the front lines...

So don’t think in reality I am a singer, I think I am a human being that has sung always all her life, and has learned a little to sing, and has found herself in...