#real

Survival is an ancient dream Life is nothing but an everlasting illusion Nothing is Real Don’t believe in illusion, Remember me, I am here … ↗

— Rixa White

#believe-in-illusion #emptiness #empty #everlasting-illusion #illusion

If you are reading this Libellus, you are a Dreamer, whether you have recognized this or not. Being a Dreamer carries responsibility, one most people are not willing to accept. Responsibility implies that one cannot blame another person for their actions, effectively avoiding causality. However, this is futile and childish to consider. If you are a Dreamer, you are creating the Waking Dream around you. If your life is good, it is because you have made it so and if it is bad, it is because you have made it so. No one else is responsible for your life other than you. ↗

— Michael Hibbard

#dreamers #life #philosophy #reality #dreams

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw. ↗

— David Mitchell

#escape #reading #real

I learned a long, long time ago, that I could accomplish things in this place we call reality and yet still spend most of my time in the better reality of my mind. ↗

— Kevin Walker

#poetry #reality #dreams

This life is our shared dream. We all may meet again in reality. ↗

— Toba Beta

#reality #shared-dream #truth #dreams

Pinch me…I want to make sure this isn’t some wonderful reality. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #pinching #reality #dreams

Thou are my only reality-- all other people are but shadows to me: all events and actions, in which thou dost not mingle, are but dreams. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#love #reality #dreams

Felix had gone to live in a lotus land of his imagination. Where what is desired is dreamed of as already happened, where obstacles dissolve under the weight of desire, and where reality has vanished entirely. ↗

— Iain Pears

#cloud-cuckoo-land #desires #dreams #futility #imagination

There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it. ↗

— Mitch Glazer

#reality #storytelling #child

A gas station pump/jukebox. Look, my car runs on 80s music! ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dream #fragment #surreal #dreams