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Friday, 10 October 2008
Daily Quote:
"Life is a state of mind." (Warden, Jack - Life and Living)

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A cause a day keeps reality away.
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.
A theory must be tempered with reality.
All the things you think you should have done that you didn't do, and all of the things that you shouldn't have done, accept them. You did (or did not) do them. That's reality. That's happened. No changing the past.
Everything is self-evident.
Facts as facts do not always create a spirit of reality, because reality is a spirit.
Fear not what is not real, never was and never will be. What is real, always was and cannot be destroyed.
Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there.
He who thinks he is raising a mound may only in reality be digging a pit.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for.
I prefer the honest jargon of reality to the outright lies of books.
If someone offers to furnish a sure test, ask what the test was which made the sure test sure.
In an age of synthetic images and synthetic emotions, the chances of an accidental encounter with reality are remote indeed.
In nature, the emphasis is in what is rather than what ought to be.
In the American metaphysic, reality is always material reality, hard, resistant, unformed, impenetrable, and unpleasant.
It has sometimes been said that we find nowhere in nature an analogue of the difference between happens and is, on the one hand, and ought, on the other hand.
It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods.
It takes only one other person to say it's so-one other point of reality to make something real.
Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods. Realist writing, of which history offers many widely varying examples, is likewise conditioned by the question of how, when and for what class it is made use of.
Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.
No authority is higher than reality.
Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.
One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be seen, and what was thought ought to be seen.
Our intention creates our reality.
People see the world not as it is, but as they are.
Realism should only be the means of expression of religious genius... or, at the other extreme, the artistic expressions of monkeys which are quite satisfied with mere imitation. In fact, art is never realistic though sometimes it is tempted to be. To be really realistic a description would have to be endless.
Realism, whether it be socialist or not, falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.
Realists do not fear the results of their study.
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?
Reality in our century is not something to be faced.
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest --thought, action --is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.
Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems --but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.
Reality is for people who can't face drugs.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Reality is neither good nor bad; it just is.
Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Reality is something you rise above.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
Reality is what we take to be true. What we take to be true is what we believe. What we believe is based upon our perceptions. What we perceive depends upon what we look for. What we look for depends upon what we think. What we think depends upon what we perceive. What we perceive determines what we believe. What we believe determines what we take to be true. what we take to be true is our reality.
Reality is whatever refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.
Reality isn't the way you wish things to be, nor the way they appear to be, but the way they actually are.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.
Take things as they are. Punch when you have to punch. Kick when you have to kick.
The genuine artist is never true to life. He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.
The realist is the man, who having weighed all the visible factors in a given situation and having found that the odds are against him, decides that fighting is useless.
The reality of life is that your perceptions -- right or wrong -- influence everything else you do. When you get a proper perspective of your perceptions, you may be surprised how many other things fall into place.
The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
The stupendous fact that we stand in the midst of reality will always be something far more wonderful than anything we do.
The successful people of this world take life as it comes. They just go out and deal with the world as it is.
The supreme reality of our time is the vulnerability of this planet.
The truly educated man is that rare individual who can separate reality from illusion.
The unreal is natural, so natural that it makes of unreality the most natural of anything natural. That is what America does, and that is what America is.
The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction. The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
The world is so constructed, that if you wish to enjoy its pleasures, you must also endure its pains. Whether you like it or not, you cannot have one without the other.
There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.
There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.
To be realistic today is to be visionary. To be realistic is to be starry-eyed.
To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
We must learn to tailor our concepts to fit reality, instead of trying to stuff reality into our concepts.
What is a lie? It is to say what is real is not real. It is to deny the existence of what exists.
What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable -- now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be -- like the reality of yesterday -- an illusion tomorrow.
Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?
You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.
You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.
Your goals, minus your doubts, equal your reality.