This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.

The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.

Many strange things happen in this world

So I feel that the experimental verdict is in: the world is weird, and we just have to learn to live with it.

The world is a thing of utter inordinate complexity and richness and strangeness that is absolutely awesome.

"It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul.
"The strangest," he agreed.

The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion, and the tyranny of the dull mind forever threatens — but our lives are not as limited as we think they are, all things are possible, laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end it's love and love alone that really matters.

The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.

The world that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, heal our relationship with our past, and expand our sense of now by releasing the fear in our minds. This changed perception leads to the recognition that we are not separate, but that we have always been joined.

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

You do all you can to humanize and familiarize the world, and suddenly it becomes more strange than ever.

It's a crazy, mixed up world and you have to look it right in the eye.

The world, whatever we might think about it terrified by its vastness and by our helplessness in the face of it, embittered by its indifference to individual suffering — of people, animals, and perhaps also plants, for how can we be sure that plants are free of suffering; whatever we might think about its spaces pierced by the radiation of stars, stars around which we now have begun to discover planets, already dead? still dead? — we don’t know; whatever we might think about this immense theater, to which we may have a ticket, but it is valid for a ridiculously brief time, limited by two decisive dates; whatever else we might think about this world — it is amazing.

The world is a very puzzling place. If you're not willing to be puzzled, you just become a replica of someone else's mind.