imaginary

A Quote by Simone Weil on evil, imaginary, good, and reality

Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.

Simone Weil (1909 - 1943)

Contributed by: Zoar

A Quote by Sol Luckman on life, imagination, imaginary, change, parting, leaving, flux, distance, fate, time, crossroads, fiction, past, present, future, adventure, character, picaresque, road, travel, author, writing, luke soloman, and free novel

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously “present,” an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be. The Adventure called and I followed with my thumb like a character being written by an intractable author. Which, of course, I was.

Sol Luckman

Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 85

Contributed by: Leigh

A Quote by Sol Luckman on halloween, imagination, imaginary, imaginal, consciousness, experience, biography, metaphor, mask, persona, reality, spy, fiction, fictitious, luke soloman, reality creation, and manifestation

It would be Halloween. It’s always Halloween in my imaginary life. Even in my earliest years, the ones I never technically experienced but only heard about from my biographers, it was Halloween—Halloween a metaphor for donning a mask of “reality” and becoming a spy in order to expose the “real” world’s fictitious underbelly.

Sol Luckman

Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 197

Contributed by: Alyce

A Quote by Sol Luckman on beginners luke, imagination, imaginary, imaginal, creativity, creation, co-creation, reality creation, adventure, experience, road of experience, the moment, the power of now, art, expression, self-creation, reinvention, passion

I was sick to the bone of disappearing by degrees, dissolving into library walls, playing my sad little violin of loneliness as time’s invisible ink wrote out my meaningless days even as it erased them. We imaginary people must live the Adventure passionately, set ourselves down with the liquefied marrow of Experience, or else lament the Moment’s passing with a whimper as our unrecorded voices are swallowed by silence.

Sol Luckman

Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 204

Contributed by: Alyce

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