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I accept reality and dare not question it.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
It has sometimes been said that we find nowhere in nature an analogue of the difference between "happens" and "is,"on read more
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.
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
(Helen Schucman over 7 years wrote the Course In Miracles).
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
(Helen Schucman over 7 years wrote the Course In Miracles).
Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems read more
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.
You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does read more
You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.
Most men are the same. They're only interested in fucking you and they don't care whether you're happy or sad. read more
Most men are the same. They're only interested in fucking you and they don't care whether you're happy or sad. They just want to get on with their business in and out of bed, and they make you feel that you don't count except as their sex toy.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. read more
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.
It's weird. I mean, he's a dream, a fantasy, and, if he becomes real, it's like he's not mine anymore.
It's weird. I mean, he's a dream, a fantasy, and, if he becomes real, it's like he's not mine anymore.