Quotes About Reality

Well, people are like that too. They create a false door - to deceive. If they are conscious of weakness, of inefficiency, they make an imposing door of self-assertion, of bluster, of overwhelming authority - and, after a time, they get to believe in it themselves. They think, and everybody thinks, that they are like that. But behind that door, Renisenb, is bare rock... And so when reality comes and touches them with the feather of truth - their true self reasserts itself.

The accepted version of certain facts is not necessarily the true one.

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

It is always better to face the truth. It is no use evading unhappiness by tampering with facts.

Ma come sapete, la natura umana è quella che è..

Life is only one of the Great Illusions.

Death is for other people.

But facts are facts, and if one is proved to be wrong, one must just be humble about it and start again.

One doesn't want to die young. Sometimes one has to.

How often is tittle tattle, as you call it, true! And I think if, as I say, they really examined the facts they would find that it was true nine times out of ten! That's really just what makes people so annoyed about it.

Love is not everything, Mademoiselle," Poirot said gently. "It is only when we are young that we think it is.

No," said Tuppence thoughtfully, "he didn't believe it. That's the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it.

Imposibilul nu poate sa se fi intamplat, ca atare imposibilul trebuie sa fie posibil, in ciuda aparentelor.

Although everyone knows death comes in the end, you have this stupid mind which keeps on saying, 'But I won't die today . . .' right up to the moment of death!

he said "I simply can't believe it, that's all." "Oh, nonsense," said Jimmy. "You must get into the habit of believing six impossible things before breakfast...

That is the word of reality - need.

It is love that has come — not as you imagined it, all cock-a-hoop with fine feathers, but sadly, with bleeding feet.

She didn't want to die. She couldn't imagine wanting to die…Death was for—for other people.

suppose if something very terrible had happened, so terrible as to be almost unbearable, one might get like that. One might run away from reality into a half world of one's own and then, of course, after a time, one wouldn't be able to get back...

That's all right then. But a lot of people do tell lies.' I accepted this undeniable statement of fact in silence.

This is real life; and real life stops just where it chooses.

So many noble ideas flowing about. But then, you see, whom have you got to work out the ideas with? After all, only the same human beings you've always had. You can create a third world now, or so everyone thinks, but the third world will have the same people in it as the first world or the second world or whatever names you like to call things. And when you have the same human beings running things, they'll run them the same way.

Wwhat the hell? Weve all got to die sometime!

words, ingeniously used, will serve to mask the ugliness of naked facts.