Quotes About Reality

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

Truth, I have learned, differs for everybody. Just as no two people ever see a rainbow in exactly the same place - and yet both most certainly see it, while the person seemingly standing right underneath it does not see it at all - so truth is a question of where one stands, and the direction one is looking in at the time.

I had nightmares I thought were really horrible until I woke up and remembered what reality was at the moment.

Nothing is black and white, and there is no purity and there is no such thing has justice.

When you have once seen the chaos, you must make some thing to set between yourself and that terrible sight; and so you make a mirror, thinking that in it shall be reflected the reality of the world; but then you understand that the mirror reflects only appearances, and that reality is somewhere else, off behind the mirror; and then you remember that behind the mirror there is only the chaos.

The world is not real for me until it has been pushed through the mesh of language.

Don't think your dreams don't come true, because they do. You'd better be careful what you wish for. And I truly and honestly - one day I am doing the 'Beaver' show and I said, 'This is the show I have always wanted to do.'

Metaphysics—objective reality; Epistemology—reason; Ethics—self-interest; Politics—capitalism.

The real problem has far less to do with what is really out there than it does with our resistance to finding out what is really out there.

The cost of the pretense was the loss of the real human texture underneath, but since we all thought that was what was expected of us, that was what we delivered.

To be a priest is to know that things are not as they should be and yet to care for them the way they are.

One of the quietest revolutions in Religion 101 follows a student's recognition that he or she has a worldview, a particular way of viewing reality that it is not the only way. A worldview is a wave, but not the entire ocean.

If I trust what I see on my phone more than what I see out my window, what does it mean to believe that the real world is not where I live?

As much as I love the written word, I am aware of the ways this love removes me from the world.

I dreaded going to the farm, but when I arrived there, it was very much better than I expected. Things one dreads usually are: it's only the things we look forward to that go all wrong.

Mom, why couldn't my story, my real life story have a happy ending - like in the books?" "No true love story has a happy ending; one always must die and leave the other. So there's never a totally happy ending.

was unfathomable. But really, it wasn't. And that made it worse somehow.

smile. "It's growing old that's painful. That's when reality hits. You find yourself with special memories that have nowhere to go and dreams that will never be fulfilled, and it doesn't matter how whimsical or impossible those dreams were. While they were yours, they were lovely." She sighed. "At my age, there isn't much point left in dreaming. That's the painful part.

Letting go wasn't a betrayal, but rather a pure form of love. But letting go entailed acceptance of reality

Every memory is real, but not all are based on fact. Time, forgetfulness, emotional need—any of these things can chip away at memory.

Breast cancer, I can now report, did not make me prettier or stronger, more feminine or spiritual. What it gave me, if you want to call this a "gift," was a very personal, agonizing encounter with an ideological force in American culture that I had not been aware of before—one that encourages us to deny reality, submit cheerfully to misfortune, and blame only ourselves for our fate.

It's unrealistic to expect to be completely accepted and understood in life.

The monsters aren't always in the closet or under the bed. Sometimes they're right in front of you, only everyone thinks they're the good guys.

put his hands through her hair when he kissed her. Now it wasn't honey blond, it was just hair, messy, in-need-of-a-wash, bed-head hair. It matched the rest of her, the tired lines in her forehead, the dark shadows under her eyes, the paleness in her cheeks.