Quotes About Reality

We don't see the life after life as it truly is, because in our eyes it conforms to our mechanics of nature.

What thieves of wonder are these poor senses.

Privacy on a ship at sea is about as real as fucking fairy piss

Once a Big Lie was let out in the world, it seemed to grow on its own and needed little tending or worry to bend to the situation.

Do you have a name?" asked Jean. "Lots. All of them lovely and none of them true," she replied.

Full glass is an empty promise.

That's that. Put it in your hat and wear it to town, Locke. We need to face our shortcomings head on. The old saying for a gang is, ''Lies go out, but the truth stays home''.

You see us wrong, who see with your eyes, And hear nothing true though straining your years. What thieves of wonder are these poor senses.

You see us wrong, who see with your eyes, And hear nothing true though straining your ears. What thieves of wonder are these poor senses.

What an interesting choice of words. "Not real, and never were." Could there be any more appropriate literature for men of our profession? Why are you always so averse to fiction, when we've made it our meal-ticket?' 'I

We're technically living about eighty milliseconds in the past because that's how long it takes our brain to process information.

Our perception of "reality" is an act of faith based on mere fragments.

All the things we experience in life can be separated into two realms, the realm of the concept and the realm of the senses.

Think of your face as a mask. That's what it is, after all. A mask. Facing outward. Worn from the day you were born. Slave to your every mental command. Seen by everyone you meet. But never by you. Open its eyes now. Just think it. The mask will obey.

all a pretty face does is hide the ugly underneath, don't it?

Because all a pretty face does is hide the ugly underneath, don't it?

The face of Kardashian in an oil stain. Or a doorway to hell. Maybe those are the same thing.

Well, who's real? The living or the dead?

Because consciousness is ultimately a matter of faith," James said

Nature's a pure, heartless bitch.

Like the man who looked for hours under a streetlight for the keys he had dropped in the alley because the light was better there, we waste so much time looking for what we want where it isn't to be found, consumed by "the underlying fear of… being torn away from our chosen image of what or who we are in this world." (Miller)

No longer an innocent newborn, Elizabeth can tease, joke, and play make-believe because a gap has opened between what she knows to be so and what she pretends or imagines. More than any other quality, this gap is what distinguishes our species, enabling us to deceive one another and ourselves, but also enabling us to see beyond the way things happen to be, to envision alternatives, to make art and science and revolution, to invent things new under the sun.

Despair filled his skull even more tightly than his own brain. All around him cars filled with normal people perfectly unaware of the disease turning Perry's body inside out. Fucking normal people.

In a life where waking hours are draped in the costume of horrid nightmare, where reality has suddenly become questionable, it's easy to be scared by dreams.