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We are more alike than unalike.
The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.
Storylines from fiction always seem inherently improbable to occur in real life, yet when we read them we are happy to suspend our disbelief, which may simply suggest that in our everyday lives we have an irrational craving for certainty and probability.
An imagined reality is not a lie.
Those who see the impossible as unattainable are destined to reside in mediocrity
You cannot be different from your thought!
Even though there is something out there that is not the world-for-us, and even though we can name it the world-in-itself, this latter constitutes a horizon for thought, always receding just beyond the bounds of intelligibility.
Many people have observed that truth is stranger than fiction. This has led some intellectuals to conclude that it's stranger than non-fiction as well.
The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable!
Dwell in possibility
Every fancy that we would substitute for a reality is, if we saw aright, and saw the whole, not only false, but every way less beautiful and excellent than that which we sacrifice to it.
I sometimes find reality far more fantastical and unlikely than what I could just make up.
Strangeness which is the essence of beauty is the essence of truth, and the essence of the world. I have often felt that; when the ascent of a long hill brought me to the summit of an undiscovered height in London; and I looked down on a new land.
Utopia is that which is in contradiction with reality.
Reality can be mischievous at times, fragile, fleeting; with the potential to change vastly without warning.
All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.
What can be hoped for which is not believed?
Reality is a dreamer's foe
Actuality is a running impoverishment of possibility.
Only through fiction can we think about the unthinkable...
Nothing lives up to what you imagine. It changes, shifts, becomes something else.
I believe in the impossible. I live the impossible.
When you have eliminated the impossible, what is left, no matter how unlikely, is the truth.
In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning. But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day.
Strangeness is the form taken by beauty when beauty has no hope.
I am a disbeliever in the unbelievable.
There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself.
Impossible stories, stories with No Entry signs on them, change our lives, and our minds, as often as the authorized versions, the stories we are expected to trust, upon which we are asked, or told, to build our judgements, and our lives.
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
It is reality that awakens possibilities, and nothing would be more perverse than to deny it.
I see the invisible. I believe the incredible. I attempt the impossible.
Hope: A pathological belief in the occurrence of the impossible.
minds must remain in possibility
In a field, I am the absence of field. In a crowd, I am the absence of crowd. In a dream, I am the absence of dream. But I don't want to live as an absence. I move to keep things whole.
a universe where things are less as they are and more like people imagine them to be,
I, myself, am strange and unusual
Nameless miseries of the numberless mortals
Do others, I wondered, "see things as I do? I do not think so, for if they did they would not still be alive." And, life-threatening though my vision seemed, I would not repudiate it: "Sometimes I think I shall die from being different even as I cling to the difference fiercely."
In the space of no-mind, truth descends like light
The disparagement of empirical evidence in favor of a metaphysical world of illusion has its origin in the conflicy between the emancipated individual of bourgeois society and his fate within that society.
The great unseen reality is God
I had considered how the things that never happen, are often as much realities to us, in their effects, as those that are accomplished.
Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night
Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change
The unearthly arrogance of the nonexistence.
You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream
I am infinitely strange to myself.
You cannot escape one infinite, I told myself, by fleeing to another. You cannot escape the revelation of the identical by taking refuge in the illusion of the multiple.
Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.
As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.
Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise.
In a universe that defies description, all systems of belief can only be false.
This life of separateness may be compared to a dream, a phantasm, a bubble, a shadow, a drop of dew, a flash of lightning.
I have seen the impossible. I have seen great and terrible wonders, and I tell you, the world is a vaster and stranger place than ever I had reckoned.
To me absurdity is the only reality
My life exists in an imagined reality.
The literature of imaginatiion, even when tragic, is reassuring, not necessarily in the sense of offering nostalgic comfort, but because it offers a world large enough to contain alternatives and therefore offers hope.
When we begin to look around us, to observe individuals and societies, and to study philosophies and religions, we realize that our loneliness is shared. Our solitude is plural, and our singularity is the similarity between us.
Disbelief is the root of the impossible.
Where there is life there is wishful thinking.
Utopia would seem to offer the spectacle of one of those rare phenomena whose concept is indistinguishable from its reality, whose ontology coincides with its representation.
Fiction, however, sometimes ensures disappointment with reality
Reality must prove itself again and again to questioners ... it is the fantasy which goes on without contradiction, without having to prove itself.
That imagined 'otherwise' which is our practical heaven.
Waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshipping the chest of drawers, worshipping solidity, worshipping reality, worshipping the impersonal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours. That is what one wants to be sure of ...
The real universe has a marvellous and unique quality, inasmuch as it and only it can take us completely by surprise.
Nothing occurs contrary to nature except the impossible, and that never occurs.
I am the suburb of a non-existent town, the prolix commentary on a book never written. I am nobody, nobody. I am a character in a novel which remains to be written, and I float, aerial, scattered without ever having been, among the dreams of a creature who did not know how to finish me off.
Between the probable and proved there yawns
A gap. Afraid to jump, we stand absurd,
Then see behind us sink the ground and, worse,
Our very standpoint crumbling. Desperate dawns
Our only hope: to leap into the Word
That opens up the shuttered universe.
The world we live in is vastly different from the world we think we live in.
But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.
Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the reality of the fiction.
The world is full of impossibilities - some beautiful, some terrible - but sometimes, when you least expect it, they can become possible.
The world is divided into two classes, those who believe the incredible, and those who do the improbable.
How wonderful if something that only be existed in wishful thinking, comes and expresses themselves without being asked forcefully; but alas, i'm too immersed in the excitement until i don't realize that it's only temporarily, not forever
Falseness in life is the secret that makes man's inner self a rare truth; it hides from him although it's obvious to all.
We liked to believe there is an alternate world, a better world, populated entirely by characters created by the yearnings of humanity
governing and inspiring themselves with all the lucidity wit which we rendered them.
Impossible things happen. When they do happen, most people just deal with it. Today, like every day, roughly five thousand people on the face of the planet will experience one-chance-in-a-million things, and not one of them will refuse to believe the evidence of their senses.
Another world, another life, proximate but inaccessible. The elusive . . . Sat-is-fac-tion.
Oddity, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. What one person rejects as lunacy, another reveres as truth.
The world is more outlandish than some people's imaginations.
The Magic of Reality, aimed
The unique eludes us; yet we remain faithful to the ideal of it; and in spite of sense and of our merely abstract thinking, it becomes for us the most real thing in the actual world, although for us it is the elusive goal of an infinite quest.
Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.
They seek neither truth nor likelihood; they seek astonishment. They think metaphysics is a branch of the literature of fantasy
There remains the unforseen. And the unforseen is never negligible.
The facts of life are the impossibilities of fiction.
I watched my brother watch the world, his sharp, too-serious brow furrowing down in both angst and wonder. Everywhere we looked, we saw the people trying to dream themselves out. As though there was someplace other than this place. As though there was another Brooklyn.
The near impossible. If no one believed in the impossible there would be nothing left to dream about
How could this world be so unlike the world that I believed I was living in? I can't describe it. Do I not want to describe it, or do I simply not possess the vocabulary?
But that reality was like nothing I'd ever seen before: a reality that didn't seem to fit.
The unrest which keeps the never stopping clock of metaphysics going is the thought that the nonexistence of this world is just as possible as its existence.
To know oneself is to disbelieve utopia.
What could possibly be more fantastic than reality?
And there you stand -
Far away from the distant reality,
Far away in my breathing dream,
Far away in the traces of my livid eyes,
Far away in my hostile fantasy.
The impossible is justified by the fact that it occurred
I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing ...
How odd, I thought; it had taken my mother's death, Father Quinel's murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.
An interesting fiction ... however paradoxical the assertion may appear ... addresses our love of truth- not the mere love of facts expressed by true names and dates, but the love of that higher truth, the truth of nature and principals, which is a primitive law of the human mind.
Reality, n. The dream of a mad philosopher.
Reality denied comes back to haunt.
Life is an illusion of the reality which we want or wish