reality

He was her reason for existence,She was his ultimate risk.

Imagination is a reality.

When you dream with optimism and trust, it becomes a reality fast.

You know, we queens loathed rain at the beach, small cocks, and reality, I think. In that order.

Faith_is a concern of the whole person; it is the most personal concern, and that which determines all others. _it is not something which we can produce by the will to believe, but that by which we are grasped.

By viewing images we cast onto outer reality as mirror reflections of inner reality, we come to know ourselves.

I collect my thoughts, I choose my words, Whenever I decide to talk to you.But...I feel like a dumb, without a tongue,Whenever I reach in front of you.I wonder why it happens to me?even when my feelings are genuine and true.

If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

I have dedicated my life to a doomed struggle against reality and the things that cannot be otherwise

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 someone else wished to say something metaphysical, to demonstrate to him that he had given no meaning to certain signs in his propositions. This method would be unsatisfying to the other - he would not have the feeling that we were teaching him philosophy - but it would be the only strictly correct method. My propositions are elucidatory in this way: he who understands me finally recognizes them as senseless, when he has climbed out through them, on them, over them. (He must so to speak throw away the ladder, after he has climbed up on it.) He must surmount these propositions; then he sees the world rightly. Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

Once again, he became outraged that humans__ore specifically his dad__ould rather invest in something pointless than the people right in front of them. Would Earth still suffer and need movements dedicated to its healing if humankind was rooted in reality?

their reality was far more interesting than any idealized version could possibly be

He was a solitary figure in a vast landscape while she was a face in a nameless crowd.

Impossibility is only a whisper away from reality

In all humilitylet it be said -there's no godin End Realitybut Onenessunto all is All -Whole's Unity.

The reality is that people reach for a Bible when they're feeling lost. But if they hadn't shelved it, maybe they wouldn't have gotten lost.

Reality calls for a name, for words, but it is unbearable, and if it is touched, if it draws very close, the poet__ mouth cannot even utter a complaint of Job: all art proves to be nothing compared with action. Yet to embrace reality in such a manner that it is preserved in all its old tangle of good and evil, of despair and hope, is possible only thanks to distance, only by soaring above it--but this in turn seems then a moral treason.

Reality. It is sometimes brought through foreign eyes; because if you do not know any better, you cannot see the worse (and vice versa).