Quotes About Reality

Magic is all about metaphors.

It is one thing to suspect yourself of going mad; it is another thing entirely to discover your suspicions are correct.

The purpose of social media is to show everyone the life you wish you were living, not the one you're actually living. Most people are living two lives. The one they let people see, and the real one.

Talking to Daniel is like watching the news. You come away thinking the world is ending. It distorts your view of reality, which is that every day, all over the world, people are doing good things for other people and those things are never made public.

I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldn't all day long but that never works.

And then we jumped off Mount Olympus and flew through the clouds and you held your knee to your chest because you skinned it on a sharp cloud and then we fell into a salty lake. Then I woke up and the window frightened me and I thought: Eurydice is dead. Then I thought—who is Eurydice? Then the whole room started to float and I thought: what are people? Then my bed clothes smiled at me with a crooked green mouth and I thought: who am I? It scares me, Eurydice. Please come back.

Peter Pan is great in a book -- but in real life, people who don't grow up, they're a fucking nightmare.

Once the language was in the actors' minds, and their bodies were freed from blocking, and in relationship to real architecture, they became virtuosic. Metaphor suddenly had a more intimate relationship with reality. The actor was real, the staircase was real, the emotion was real, and the language floated on top.    

Nothing is ever resolved," Rita said, tired. "That's one of those fake concepts. How can you resolve with a man dead at thirty-four? What kind of peace can you make with that? Lately I've been thinking that the conflict is for the best. Because then we are not pretending that anything about this can ever be reasonable.

What do we want from life? We wish the responsibilities, opportunities, and realities of the new day to be more delightful and enticing than the escape of sleep.

Some people say my humor focuses too much on stereotypes. It doesn't. It focuses on facts.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

times it's like living in a gorgeous museum. Even the people don't look quite real—those perfect-looking parents with perfect children in spotless navy coats. I dream of pushing them into puddles.

Oh my dear, idealists are the cruelest monsters of them all.

They was told it too, perhaps. Does that make it true? Maybe. Maybe not.

She said, 'It's real, isn't it?' Lilian answered after a pause, with a bowed head, in a murmur. 'Yes, it's real. It's the only real thing.

Doesn't it seem to you, now you are here, that anything might be real, since Millbank is?

The day had begun to feel tinny: a pretend day, a dream day, that for some unaccountable reason she had to go on and on with as if it were real.

You are a lady,' he says softly, 'and young, and handsome.—I don't speak from gallantry now, you know that. I say only what is true. You might do anything. ' 'You are a man,' I answer. 'Men's truths are different from ladies'. I may do nothing, I assure you.

the madder he knows you to be, the better. Saves disappointment, don't it?

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.

Most people assume there are only three, but assumptions are often wrong. There is more to them than meets the eye.

Faith is the confirmation of things we do not see and the conviction of their reality, perceiving as real fact what is not revealed to the senses.