Quotes About Reality

Take the proper precautions before following your dreams, because in reality, we must awknowledge ourselves before its game time.

We are born alone, we live alone, and we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion that for the moment we are not alone." I suppose I was right. Because there I am—most certainly dead and clearly alone. The irony isn't lost on me. I can assure you of that. Yet there is also something else important I want you to take away. I made my living as an actor and film director. My career was built on creating illusions for others and myself.

Men in suits look successful until… you find out they work for the man in sweats"

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

The best fiction captures the truth of real life.

There was nothing like working law enforcement for a few years to give you a jaded view of human nature. No matter how well you thought you knew someone, no one ever entirely knew anyone else.

Woody Allen had it right: "Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering—and it's all over much too soon.

A lot of times, we're just sold these movies that are really cynically conceived and marketed, and they just want you there opening weekend, before everybody finds out it's not so good.

I like movies that are about real people in real time with real problems.

That was normal. That was regular and real.. It didn't look like a place [she] could get to from here.

Young men, romantics, call it love at first sight, but even then I understood it was only prettiness. Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you'll be onto you till you're so weighed down you can't move.

This was another pretend, and here in a yard on a bench was his real wife, with sad, kind, tired eyes. The lesson of Mimmy and my dad was not for me. It was for her. It was for them. I was so sick with understanding that I was practically yelling at her.

I put the cookie in my mouth. I drank the cup, all the while looking at a congregation my son belonged in, knowing that it existed only in this moment. I swallowed, and I felt like I was sharing in a spicy, tart communion, strange and rare. It was a taste of the world as I wanted it to be. Inside the house the drapes twitched. The world as it actually was, present and watching.

The online moguls have tried to persuade us that we're not losing a nation, we're gaining a world. Pynchon proposes that both are mere second lives, fakes. Only family is real.

The tendency is always strong to believe that whatever receives a name must be an entity or being, having an independent existence of its own. John Stuart Mill, 1869

Part of him believes he's still on that trip, that everything since has been one giant hallucination, and that one day he'll snap out of it and find himself back on his couch in St. Louis, listening to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.

It was uncertain. She was in her early forties. Breast cancer. No one could identify exactly how everyone had come to know this fact. Was it a fact? Some people called it rumor. But in fact there was no such thing as rumor. There was fact, and there was what did not come up in conversation.

Real life makes for good novels because it's lived as a bunch of lies, and because fictions of one kind or another are the only things worth living for.

It wasn't as absurd a notion as it might sound. Some days, time passed way too slowly here, other days far too quickly, so that what happened in the morning could seem like eons ago while what took place six months earlier was as fresh in our minds as if an hour had yet to pass. It was only natural that on occasion we confused the two.

In fact there was no such thing as a rumor. There was fact, and there was what did not come up in conversation.

Without monstrous distortions, I was slowly learning, without lies and hypocrisy, one cannot have the idealized American life I so longed for.

If you want to tell the truth, write fiction

Factfulness: Ten Reasons We're Wrong About the World—and Why Things Are Better Than You Think. Lendrum's