Quotes About Reality

...have a theory that she is in love with the dream of someone and not an actual person.

I don't watch a lot of TV. I am madly in love, I'm a big sap, I'm madly in love with Extreme Makeover Home Edition. I cry every week.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

Love doesn't last." She didn't know how much showed her pale face. Meribah's face softened. "Sometimes it does. If it's the right kind.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

Without enlightenment, everything in life is harsh. Sooner or later you see everyone you love die, unless you die first, of course. This causes you to suffer.

Love teaches us how to penetrate the inner worlds, to clean the glass of existence and see reality in its perfect essence.

Love is a dream. Dreams are good, but do not be surprised if you wake up in tears.

You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real.

Love is being honest with yourself at all timesbeing honest with the other person at all timestelling, listening, respecting the truthand never pretendingLove is the source of reality

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it's own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.

Believe in the wonderment of life, the magic of love, and the reality of death.

Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore.

One thing I have come to realize is that love is not always happiness.

I think love without heartbreak is a myth. A pretty myth, but the kind of myth that ultimately makes us feel worse about ourselves because we're somehow not able to make it come true.

You're here."Of course I am, where else would I be?I thought…well, I wasn't sure if this was our dream or just mine.It's ours, Livvie, it's ours. Always ours.

It was as if the rare joy that had formed in my heart was replaced by a pale shadow threatening to engulf me at that very moment. Victory didn't matter now. She did!

No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.And precious.

Was she on some sort of Candid Camera version of This is Your Sucky Love Life?

Life is not kind. Who are you trying to kid, Kendall?" He sighed.

It was more real than anything she'd ever imagined, and she clung to that in the same way that the sky clung to the earth.

It's not reasonable to love people who are only going to die.

All those we can love, think, or imagine are more real than those we can see or have seen.