Evelyn Underhill Quotes

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

Our senses enable us to perceive only a minute portion of the outside world.

The artificial world that we create through images will essentially become real.

In some way there is no real life. It's always the story of your life that you're living.

Fantasy is often closer to reality than what most people accept as reality.

The perceived world is the always-presupposed foundation of all rationality, all value, and all existence.

Is it the world that says I am real, or is it you?

If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable - what then?

Now that's a concept that's always fascinated me: the real world. Only a very specific subset of people use the term, have you noticed? To me, it seems self-evident that everyone lives in the real world - we all breathe real oxygen, eat real food, the earth under our feet feels equally solid to all of us. But clearly these people have a far more tightly circumscribed definition of reality, one that I find deeply mysterious, and an almost pathologically intense need to bring others into line with that definition.

You have, like the external world, your own phenomena inside.

The apparent man is only a limitation of that Real Man.

The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience. That audience looks collectively at what is going on on the stage and collectively imagines that this is real.

All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.

We accept reality so readily - perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.

Oh, of course, naturally, God is impossible. That is the first proof that he exists." Nothing exists as we see it. Nothing we see is really there, as we think we are seeing it. Our eyes are liars. Everything that seems real, is merely part of the illusion.

The world is not real for me until it has been pushed through the mesh of language.

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?

Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.

We are all expressions of our own minds, projected onto the world.

In a world that daily disconnects further from truth, more and more people accept the virtual in place of the real, and all things virtual are also malleable.

Reality is not digital, an on-off state, but analog. Something gradual. In other words, reality is a quality that things possess in the same way that they possess, say, weight. Some people are more real than others, for example. It has been estimated that there are only about five hundred real people on any given planet, which is why they keep unexpectedly running into one another all the time.

The neurotic's strongest fantasy is that he has no fantasies. The real is very real to him, the unreal even more so.

In my utter impotence to test the authenticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the impressions they make on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make, whether Orion is up there in heaven, or some god paints the image in the firmament of the soul?