Quotes About Reality

Better catch up with reality. You're missing the boat. Time's going to come when computers will do everything." "I have trouble believing that. It just seems so unlikely ." "You're not a believer like the rest of us. The day will come when ten-year-olds will master these machines and you'll be at their mercy.

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now

What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.

As I squatted on the grass at the edge of the woods, the pee felt hot between my legs. I watched in puddle in the dirt, the smell of it rising into the night. There was no difference between my piss and June's. That's what i thought when I looked at the dark circle on the ground. Piss is Piss.

There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.

Every time I shot back, What's wrong with living in a dream world? And she'd say, You have to wake up.

There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

Good night," I said, and rolled onto my side. "There is nothing perfect," August said from the doorway. "There is only life.

There is nothing perfect... There is only life.

Quem acha que morrer é a pior coisa do mundo não sabe nada sobre a vida.

I was shrewd like mauma. Even at ten I knew this story about people flying was pure malarkey. We weren't some special people who lost our magic. We were slave people, and we weren't going anywhere. It was later I saw what she meant. We could fly all right, but it wasn't any magic to it.

Life will be life and death will be death

no longer looked for the exit. They just kept circling the tight perimeters of the glass, going in their familiar patterns. Their reality had shrunk to that jar. It had become their entire world. It had become safe. Life beyond it had ceased to exist. I'm in the jar, I thought.

No assurance, no platitude, no promise of God's mercy. Just a stark reminder that death was part of life. She offered me nothing but a way to accept whatever came—Let life be life. There was a quiet relinquishment in the words.

will have to learn how to let life be life with its unbearable finality . . . just be what it is.

I was shrewd like mauma. Even at ten I knew this story about people flying was pure malarkey. We weren't some special people who lost our magic. We were slave people, and we weren't going anywhere. It was later I saw what she meant. We could fly all right, but it wasn't any magic to it.

It's not meant to be a factual story, but it's still true.

It's not meant to be a factual story, but it's still true.

we've accepted the widespread attitudes and effects of patriarchy as givens. They are so much a part of the world, we start to think that's just the way reality is. In the play The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe, a deceptively wise

There was nothing any of us could write about except what we were allowed to see, which was a concert like any other, a few staged welcome performances, and the usual tourist sites. It was a lesson in control and manipulation. The real audience was not those in the concert hall but the journalists whose role was to deliver a sanitized version of North Korea to the outside world, and what shocked me was how easily seduced they were.

We believe what we want to believe.

Heaven and earth are not humanistic—they regard myriad beings as straw dogs; sages are not humanistic—they regard people as straw dogs