reality

So that, logically, in the brief time allotted to us, we should be as kind to one another as is humanly possible and face the harsh facts of reality without fear or flinching.

...Many shadows hide behind light, and the best lies are those seasoned liberally with truth: salt covering the flavor of rotten meat.

Some cats are angry at being called cats. To achieve peace with them, never call them by their real name

It's the same old story. A man came like the beautiful wind, left like a destructive storm.

Perception is to be blamed. It, if given due attention, keeps changing.

Life is a rehearsal. Get dressed and be ready to face it daily.

MARIEAs the day is long and the world is old, lots of people can stand on one spot, one after another.WOYZECKI saw him.MARIEYou can see all sorts of things if you've got two cyes and aren't blind, and the sun is shining.

Then focus on thruth, not logic. Stop trying to figure out why and look for what is.

Magic has its own weight, and that weight, the gravity of it, is pulling the fabric of reality like a bowling ball on a spandex sheet.

It was the Kojagar full moon, and I was slowly pacing the riverside conversing with myself. It could hardly be called a conversation, as I was doing all the talking and my imaginary companion all the listening. The poor fellow had no chance of speaking up for himself, for was not mine the power to compel him helplessly to answer like a fool?But what a night it was! How often have I tried to write of such, but never got it done! There was not a line of ripple on the river; and from away over there, where the farthest shore of the distant main stream is seen beyond the other edge of the midway belt of sand, right up to this shore, glimmers a broad band of moonlight. Not a human being, not a boat in sight; not a tree, nor blade of grass on the fresh-formed island sand-bank.It seemed as though a desolate moon was rising upon a devastated earth; a random river wandering through a lifeless solitude; a long-drawn fairy-tale coming to a close over a deserted world,__ll the kings and the princesses, their ministers and friends and their golden castles vanished, leaving the Seven Seas and Thirteen Rivers and the Unending Moor, over which the adventurous princes fared forth, wanly gleaming in the pale moonlight. I was pacing up and down like the last pulse-beats of this dying world. Every one else seemed to be on the opposite shore__he shore of life__here the British Government and the Nineteenth Century hold sway, and tea and cigarettes.

I think i should get love inked on my skin.Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

The job of reflection is to add a dimension of fable to the reality!

Laugh not at the dead, for the corpse at your feet is prophetic of your own destiny.

Up near the top, underlined and in capitals were the words: 'READ THIS.' Jay grimaced as she wondered what she was in for. Would it be a semi-literate political rant, a half-baked conspiracy theory or a quasi-religious manifesto? Perhaps it was just a very long suicide note: a self-pitying list of misfortune and hardship. Whatever it was she doubted it would contain anything useful. Unable to put it off any longer, she finished her coffee and began: 'We are all stories that we tell ourselves, memories selected to fit our chosen form. What becomes of us when there is no-one there to read?

All we know is what we're told.

They say All is well In the world of sickness But we know All is sick In the world of wellness

You can get the answer of your every question in the empty hands of the beggar. But still you are questioning why his hands are empty.

Perception is reality in the absence of fact