Reality is not so much what happens to us; rather, it is how we think about those events that create the reality we experience. In a very real sense, this means that we each create the reality in which we live.
Reality is myself, reality is only the perception of this instant and it can't be related to another person.
There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.
I will attract into my life what I am, not what I want.
I'm not funny. People assume that because my books are funny, I'll be funny in real life. It's the inevitable disappointment of meeting me.
I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
I paint my own reality.
When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.
My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
You create your own reality.
The truth is the thing I invented so I could live.
Other people's opinion of you does not have to become your reality.
The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears. It reaches the height of its cherished aspirations. It falls to the level of its unchastened desires - and circumstances are the means by which the soul receives its own.
The whole world is simply my story, projected back to me on the screen of my own perception. All of it.
As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse.
At the heart of 'The Famished Road' is a philosophical conundrum - for me, an essential one: what is reality? Everybody's reality is subjective; it's conditioned by upbringing, ideas, temperament, religion, what's happened to you.
People think I'm a celebrity. I'm not a celebrity.
Envision, create, and believe in your own universe, and the universe will form around you.
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
What you think is real is your reality.
There is your truth and there is my truth. As for the universal truth, it does not exist.
You are given the gifts of the gods; you create your reality according to your beliefs.
If you can really accept the fact that every time you think a thought and every time you speak a word you are literally painting your future or making your dinner - whatever you want to call it - you are creating ... and you are creating your own life.
The only reality I can possibly know is the world as I perceive it at this moment. The only reality you can possibly know is the world as you see it at this moment. And the only certainty is that those perceived realities are different. There are as many “real worlds” as there are people!
What you believe, you receive.
