Quotes About Unreal

When he reached the edge of the inner circle, Ewan drew his sword. A gust of wind howled through the bailey, sending a shiver snaking down his spine. It all seemed so unreal, yet here he stood ready to defend his wife—or die trying.

This is the most immediate fruit of exile, of uprooting: the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams, of slavery and redemption, of improbable paradises, of equally mythical and improbable enemies; cosmic enemies, perverse and subtle, who pervade everything like the air.

The truth lies not in any claim to reality, but in the place where what is real moves beyond our interpretation of it. True art means seeking to capture the unreal.

it felt like he was acting a part in a play: other people spoke their lines and he spoke his, and everything that happened and everywhere he went felt unreal somehow, like scripted events unfolding on a stage set

To have this gold medal around my neck is just bonkers and still hasn't really sunk in.

They pointed at each other, with starlight burning in their limbs like daggers and icicles and fireflies, and then fell to judging their limbs again, each finding himself intact, hot, excited, stunned, awed, and the other, ah yes, that other over there, unreal, a ghostly prism flashing the accumulated light of distant worlds…. … Now Tomas laughed. "You're blind!" "I see very well. You are the one who does not see.

It was unreal as everything else--as the philanthropic pretense of the whole concern, as their government, as their show of work.

One might wonder what use 'opening up possibilities' finally is, but no one who has understood what it is to live in the social world as what is 'impossible', illegible, unrealizable, unreal, and illegitimate is likely to pose that question.

unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.

Mysticism' here means, in the literal sense, a change of sensory impressions and organ sensations into something unreal and beyond this world.

There, eastward, within a stone's throw, stood the twin towers of All Souls', fantastic, unreal as a house of cards, clear-cut in the sunshine, the drenched oval in the quad beneath brilliant as an emerald in the bezel of a ring. Behind them, black and grey, New College frowning like a fortress, with dark wings wheeling about her

It is the realisation of, and firm adherence to, that which is ever existent that deserves the name siddhi or attainment. Attainment of miraculous powers, is like attaining them in dreams. When he wakes up what becomes of them? Will those who have brushed aside the unreal and got established in the Real be confounded by these?

Everything is always a little surreal.

It's so surreal being here.

Being recognised on the street in New York is pretty surreal.

I love anything that's sort of surreal and with fantasy.

My world is so surreal.

The more real you get, the more unreal everything else is.

Sometimes, the truth makes everything else seem like.

Where identity is not fixed, performance becomes a floating anchor." And could I perform! Making the unreal seem real, the sad seem happy, hoping that somewhere along the way it would all work out, that I would discover who I was. Meantime I had an anchor.

But this girl isn't just beautiful. She's perfect in a way that's unreal

Ritzonia" was the epithet coined by Bernard Bernson, who sold Italian pictures to American millionaires, to describe the unreal, mortifying sameness of their luxury. "Ritzonia," he wrote in 1909, "carries its inmates like a wishing carpet from place to place, the same people, the same meals, the same music. Within its walls you might be at Peking or Prague or Paris or London and you would never know where.

The most unreal thing about the bar was Taylor Swift's 'Blank Space' blasting from the speakers. 'Dwarves like human music?' I asked Blitzen. 'You mean humans like our music.' 'But …' I had a sudden image of Taylor Swift's mom and Freya having a girls' night out in Nidavellir. 'Never mind.

Our lives are just spectacles. We are like dolls, in a sense, to be observed and played with - often with cruel and deceitful intentions - in an unreal world.