Conor Oberst Quotes

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

Some people who've read my story think I had a terrible childhood and that I was neglected or even abused, while others feel that my parents, while certainly flawed, also had truly wonderful qualities. And that's the way it should be, because in real life two people can look at the same president and one will see a hero and the other a villain.

Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.

Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

We can easily represent things as we wish them to be.

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.

We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

Bored with obvious reality, I find my fascination in transforming it into a subjective point of view.

Whatever happens in the world is real, what one thinks should have happened is projection. We suffer more from our fictitious illusion and expectations of reality.

The relationship between the imagined and the real is more complicated than people imagine.

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

You live in the image you have of the world. Every one of us lives in a different world, with different space and different time.

The focus of subjectivity is a distorting mirror.

I believe in illusion - I don't believe in magic.

There is an inevitable divergence between the world as it is and the world as men perceive it.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

The miracle of your mind isn't that you can see the world as it is. It's that you can see the world as it isn't.

A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers.

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.