Quotes About Reality

I know how it feels to be told that it's all in your mind. It drives you mad.

If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

Words make worlds

Accepting reality and deciding to love our unique puzzle brings a freedom and sense of peace that can only come from surrendering to the life that we have been given.

It's the fricking reality that destroys plans.

Il mondo in cui viviamo non è altro che uno specchio che riflette un mondo nascosto sotto la sua superficie argentea, un paese dove il tempo è solo un dettaglio insignificante, senza nessun potere. Spero di ritrovarti là.

Ya no soñaba despierto. Había demasiada realidad alrededor.

I believed I owned the sky without realising that I'm destined to fall to the ground.

Denial is always a prison.

There is always a price to pay when one tinkers with the truth.

To identify a person as a Southerner suggests not only that her history is inescapable and formative but that it is also impossibly present. Southerners live uneasily at the nexus between myth and reality, watching the mishmash amalgam of sorrow, humility, honor, graciousness, and renegade defiance play out against a backdrop of profligate physical beauty.

The proverbial hospitality of the South may be selectively extended but it is not a myth.

How can a sentient person of the modern age mistake photography for reality? All perception is selection, and all photographs--no matter how objectively journalistic the photographer's intent--exclude aspects of the moment's complexity. Photographs economize the truth; they are always moments more or less illusorily abducted from time's continuum.

Some men have a silly theory about beautiful women - that somewhere along the line they'll turn into a monster. That movie gave them a chance to watch it happen.

Some dreams never come true. It becomes nightmare that will leave you with regrets.

When a human in happy time, he/she doesn't understand the reality! He/she doesn't realize it until he/she is touched by sadness, pain, poverty, refusal, betrayal, hate, abuse and so many things. Until then he/she doesn't know what the reality is. Cause the reality is very harsh and very hard to accept.

Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems -but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.

The acceptance that all that is solid has melted into the air, that reality and morality are not givens but imperfect human constructs, is the point from which fiction begins.

In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.

I do not need the idea of God to explain the world I live in.

Memory's truth, because memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own.

Realism can break a writer's heart.

The world, somebody wrote, is the place we prove real by dying in it.

The only difference between me and a madman is I'm not mad.