And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death
Pedro Calderon De La BarcaRead
In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it
Interpretation
Perception shapes reality; truths can vary based on perspective.
This quote by Pedro CalderΓ³n de la Barca suggests that the concepts of truth and falsehood are subjective and can differ depending on individual interpretation. The metaphor of color and crystal implies that our views, beliefs, and preconceptions filter and color our understanding of the world, making reality a personal construct rather than an absolute state.
In practice
In discussions about politics and social issues, when someone states their opinion, you might say this quote to highlight different perspectives.
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
What is freedom? Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice.
Every Socialist outbreak only blazes new paths for Capitalism.
I consider the official Catholic attitude on divorce, birth control, and censorship exceedingly dangerous to mankind.
He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.
Every situation--nay, every moment--is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.
I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.
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