The real poetry and beauty in life comes from an intense relationship with reality in all its aspects. Realism is in fact the ideal we must aspire to, the highest point of human rationality.
Robert GreeneTag: life truth reality life-lessons rational
And if to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.
SophoclesTag: truth foolishness fools
of course the edges of the wound struggle to close up
and the clock wants to be set going
(how awkward to be pointing permanently to half past one)
amputated limbs feel phantom pain
Tag: inspirational truth relationships
The right sort of lie, I found, could serve better than the truth.
Adam McOmberPeople talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.
Laurell K. HamiltonTO be practical not merely means to steal when everybody steals but to act with wits and wisdom...
Ranu DasTag: life truth living-life ranu-das
We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth,
We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung,
And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.
God help us, for we knew the worst too young!
from "Gentleman Rankers
Tag: truth love lost youth despair hope honor torment
The word in your mouth is anarchy.
Henry MillerTag: truth words friendship friends anarchy frenemies
Without wisdom, she will fall
Maddy KobarI sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color-line I move arm in arm with Balzac and Dumas, where smiling men and welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of the evening that swing between the strong-limbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon Aristotle and Aurelius... and they come all graciously with no scorn nor condescension. So, wed with Truth, I dwell above the Veil.
W.E.B. Du BoisTag: truth shakespeare william-shakespeare aristotle veil alexandre-dumas balzac honoré-de-balzac marcus-aurelius aurelius dumas
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