Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –
Simona PanovaStichwörter: fear imagination truth reality lies romance fantasy lie horror dread mystery paranoia true sacrifice suspense false gothic young-adult problem pretend afraid real nightmare imagine paranoid fake scared fantastic imaginary love-story gothic-romance freya horrified imagined nightmarish cardew nightmarish-sacrifice
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...
Stichwörter: reality romantic lost identity romance be-yourself secret try yourself mystery play trying suspense obsession lonely hidden perfect perfection gothic young-adult pretend postmodern mysterious masks lose mask postmodernism real myself hide pretending secretive roles who-you-are gothic-romance realize goth freya strive role masked young-adult-suspense cardew obsessive young-adult-gothic-romance who-i-am
You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.
Simona PanovaStichwörter: imagination love reality man woman romantic romance mind relationships thought think desires suspense girl desire boy wish gothic thoughts relationship longing naughty loving real flirt imagine want female provocative wishful-thinking fancy yearn male fast faster goth fanciful
Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...
Simona PanovaStichwörter: life love reality knowledge romantic identity romance real-life relationships different live self playing living crisis fact understanding self-awareness self-image play acting suspense awareness hidden gothic young-adult postmodern relationship understand masks mask postmodernism hide aware actor know roles gothic-romance goth know-yourself role even young-adult-gothic-romance know-myself self-identity-crisis
Metagapism is the belief that love is the ultimate reality, literally god and the one shared soul, and the source, nature and destiny of all.
John K. BrownStichwörter: love reality philosophy god soul spirituality epistemology theology metaphysics
A fresh dream-fresh happiness! A fresh rush of delicate, voluptuous poison! What is real life to him ! To his corrupted eyes we live, you and I, Nastenka, so torpidly, slowly, insipidly; in his eyes we are all so dissatisfied with our fate, so exhausted by our life"! And, truly, see how at first sight everything is cold, morose, as though ill-humoured among us. . . . Poor things! thinks our dreamer. And it is no wonder that he thinks it! Look at these magic phantasms, which so enchantingly, so whimsically, so carelessly and freely group before him in such a magic, animated picture, in which the most prominent figure in the foreground is of course himself, our dreamer, in his precious person.
Fyodor DostoevskyStichwörter: reality romance dreams dreamer
Why are you so anxious to destroy in the name of a vulgar, commonplace sense of truth, this reality which comes to birth attracted and formed by the magic of the stage itself, which has indeed more right to live here than you, since it is much truer than you -- if you don't mind my saying so?
Luigi PirandelloStichwörter: truth reality fiction theater
Carpe Diem
By Edna Stewart
Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman did it, why can't I?
The words of Horace, his laconic phrase. Does it amuse me or frighten me?
Does it rub salt in an old wound? Horace, Shakespeare, Robert Frost and Walt Whitman my loves,
we've all had a taste of the devils carpe of forbidden food.
My belly is full of mourning over life mishaps of should have's, missed pleasure, and why was I ever born?
The leaf falls from the trees from which it was born in and cascade down like a feather that tumbles and toil in the wind.
One gush! It blows away. It’s trampled, raked, burned and finally turns to ashes which fades away like the leaves of grass.
Did Horace get it right? Trust in nothing?
The shortness of Life is seventy years, Robert Frost and Whitman bared more, but Shakespeare did not.
Butterflies of Curiosities allures me more.
Man is mortal, the fruit is ripe. Seize more my darling!
Enjoy the day.
Stichwörter: reality life-and-living reality-check poetry-of-life philosopy
I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.
I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.
I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.
Stichwörter: perception reality prejudice illusion faces perspectives
Don't most astrophysicists now predict some "end of the line" - an end to it all? Not just the death of things, but the annihilation of everything. Some great contraction, or collapse. Or, perhaps, some vast dissipation into eternal emptiness. Maybe it's all swallowed up by an immense black hole, which then swallows itself. But, whatever the case, their extinction is inevitable and absolute. So complete as to erase any and all evidence that this reality - this existence - ever took place. So complete that, perhaps, for all intents and purposes, it never really did.
(attrib: F.L. Vanderson)
Stichwörter: existence reality universe nihilism the-end eschatology annihilation
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