An individual’s perception is their reality colored in the shades they desire–not necessarily the color that it is.
It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality.
In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.
A person can never realize as how difficult it is to get even one ground support or an online like vote from the people unless and until he starts saying or doing consistently something of his own
…that in former ages they had been as wise as they are in this present, nay, wiser; for, said they, many in this age do think their forefathers have been fools, by which they prove themselves to be such.
War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It’s ugly, and you don’t even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice, once you know. Once you really know.
I like people who refuse to speak until they are ready to speak.
I don’t understand,” says Gerald, alone in his third- class carriage, “how railway trains and magic can go on at the same time.”
And yet they do.
The wise will admire you. The wishful will envy you. The weak will hate you. This is the reality for those who dare to be epic.
Often wrong, never in doubt.