#reality

Robinson Crusoe, the first capitalist hero, is a self-made man who accepts objective reality and then fashions it to his needs through the work ethic, common sense, resilience, technology, and, if need be, racism and imperialism. ↗

— Carlos Fuentes

#imperialism #racism #reality #racism

The meditative mind sees disagreeable or agreeable things with equanimity, patience, and good-will. Transcendent knowledge is seeing reality in utter simplicity. (146) ↗

— Jean-Yves Leloup

#equanimity #knowledge #meditation #mind #reality

I sat down on the sofa, surrounded by years of coffee rings and sandwich stains. If the police ever did a DNA test on this sofa, it would be ninety per cent disappointment. ↗

— Danny Wallace

#love #mundane-reality #truth #love

There is a fascination here that holds rich and poor, strong and weak captive,not with chains and fetters but by an almost touchable solace... ↗

— Barbara Woodall

#love-and-loss #reality #love

Physical reality is one of the biggest horror movies of all, and you know how we love horror movies. ↗

— Thaddeus Golas

#horror-movies #ilusion #reality #love

Don't set the alarm clock if you're not ready to wake up. i.e. Never make somebody fall for you if later on you'll just ignore them. ↗

— Hannah Mae Bencio

#love #lovers #lovers-quarrels #reality-check #relationships

Other people's opinion of you does not have to become your reality. ↗

— Les Brown

#does #opinion #other #people #reality

Can't look at the damage that's been done, it's not healthy. Have to look ahead of it. Can't change what I've done, only what I'm gonna do. ↗

— Jordan Ghere

#hope #inspirational #life #living #pain

The average Bhutanese knows much more about the world than the average American...(for Americans)It is more comfortable to watch fake news about celebrities than to know what's happening in China or southern Sudan. But events happening in China or Sudan affect us so much more because they are real. ↗

— Linda Leaming

#reality #world-view #inspirational

So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was that dark, strained look in his eyes, as if he were hunting something. Everything seemed so different, so unreal. There seemed no reason why people should go along the street, and houses pile up in the daylight. There seemed no reason why these things should occupy the space, instead of leaving it empty. His friends talked to him: he heard the sounds, and he answered. But why there should be the noise of speech he could not understand. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#drinking #isolation #language #meaninglessness #suicide