Quotes About Reality

When you came right down to it, how did anyone know they weren't a character in some writer's story, or a transient thought in some bus-riding schmoe's head, or a momentary mote in God's eye?

Never before in his life had he understood how subjective, how plastic, time really is.

her whole life had been a long and easy dream to lull her helplessly into this waking nightmare.

I always wondered about growing up. I bet it's mostly lies.

Reality was deep, and it was far. It held many secrets and went on forever.

It was life, you were stuck with it, and all you could do was live it.

The world is insane. You only have to watch the news to know it.

The true world was behind it.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves, don't we?

The night was cold, chilling the sweat on his face, but the air was as sweet and crisp as the first bite of a fall apple. Above him was a half-moon and what seemed like a trillion stars. To match the trillion pebbles, just as mysterious, that we walk over everyday, he thought. Mystery above, mystery below. Weight, mass, reality: mystery all around.

Thought only gives the world an appearance of order to anyone weak enough to be convinced by its show.

Some people have remarkably sturdy illusions.

Truth was sometimes not the same as reality—this was one of the certainties that lived in the hollow, cavey place at the center of his divided nature.

Because there really is a second world. It exists because people refuse to believe it's there.

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met in a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. A stairway, perhaps, to the Godhead itself. Would you dare, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a Room...? You dare not. You dare not. Someone has dared, the gunslinger said. Who would that be? God, the gunslinger said softly. His eyes gleamed. God has dared...or is the room empty, seer?

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all.

I guess most jokes have some truth in them and that's what makes them funny.

You have to live where you wake up, even if somebody else dreamed you there.

A veces los locos pueden imitar increíblemente bien la cordura.

The thought that grieving for a fictional character was absurd did more than cross his mind during his tossings and turnings. For grieving was exactly what he was doing, of course.

Fiction opens a window of imagination that reality closes.

Sometimes things that are crippling to hear may be true or they wouldn't be so crippling.

You've presented a reality that not everyone has chosen to accept.

you can win a talent show and be so famous that you cant walk down the street, but no-one knows you next monday.