Quotes About Reality

Hiding my age won't make me younger. It would be stupid to not accept the fact.

I don't have high expectations anymore. Maybe they've just been beaten out of me.

But I think it is always difficult to have high expectations of yourself or anyone else.

I never had high expectations going into Hollywood. I went there just to work.

Every morning, I have high expectations, and then I confront the reality of what happens at 4 o'clock.

It does cost a lot of money to make high-quality TV in exotic locations. I know everyone thinks we've been given a massive sack full of money and gone off and bought Lamborghinis and gone off for lunch, but it isn't actually like that.

No authority is higher than reality.

It's very easy to get caught up in the world of press and maintaining an image and maintaining this highlight reel that the world expects.

I have a very highly developed sense of denial.

Highly functioning self-actualized people simply never imagine what it is that they don't wish to have as their reality.

Life is as horrifyingly frightening as it is hilarious.

I thought my high school would either be like 'Beverly Hills 90210' or 'Stand and Deliver' - it was just a run-of-the-mill high school.

I'm not a Beverly Hills dude.

Many of the truths we cling to depend greatly upon our own point of view.

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier? Fair as is the gliding sloop on the shining sea, the wavering, trembling, unresting sail below is fairer still...All mirrors are magic mirrors. The commonest room is a room in a poem when I turn to the glass...There must be a truth involved in it, though we may but in part lay hold of the meaning.

Seeing is not believing—it is only seeing.

But is it not rather that art rescues nature from the weary and sated regards of our senses, and the degrading injustice of our anxious everyday life, and, appealing to the imagination, which dwells apart, reveals Nature in some degree as she really is, and as she represents herself to the eye of the child, whose everyday life, fearless and unambitious, meets the true import of the wonder-teeming world around him, and rejoices therein without questioning?

With a fiction it was the same. Mine was the whole story. For I took the place of the character who was most like myself, and his story was mine; until, grown weary with the life of years condensed in an hour, or arrived at my deathbed, or the end of the volume, I would awake, with a sudden bewilderment, to the consciousness of my present life, recognising the walls and roof around me, and finding I joyed or sorrowed only in a book.

I would I were in the kingdom of heaven if it be as you and Mr. Graham take it for! said Clementina. You must be in it, my lady, or you couldn't wish it to be such as it is. Can one be in it and yet seem to himself to be out of it. Malcolm? So many are out of it that seem to be in it, my lady, that one might well imagine it the other way around with some.

But what mattered WHERE while EVERYWHERE was the same as NOWHERE! I had not yet, by doing something in it, made ANYWHERE into a place! I was not yet alive; I was only dreaming I lived! I was but a consciousness with an outlook! Truly I had been nothing else in the world I had left

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier? Fair as is the gliding sloop on the shining sea, the wavering, trembling, unresting sail below is fairer still...All mirrors are magic mirrors. The commonest room is a room in a poem when I turn to the glass...

There is a childhood into which we have to grow, just as there is a childhood which we must leave behind; a childlikeness which is the highest gain of humanity, and a childishness from which but few of those who are counted the wisest among men, have freed themselves in their imagined progress towards the reality of things.

When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

She began to learn that nothing is dead, that there cannot be a physical abstraction, that nothing exists for the sake of the laws of its phenomena.