Quotes About Reality

But people rarely believe the truth when they see it and less so when they don't want to, and that makes the position of Seeker a dangerous one.

Richard unfolded his arms, holding them out to his sides. "What difference does that make? 'I,' 'we,' what does it matter?" She stared at him. "One be true, one be a lie. How much more difference could there be?" Richard folded his arms across his chest again, frowning. "Chase must have a very difficult time telling you the stories of his adventures." Adie's small smile came back. "True

have found that people do not often want to believe the truth. It is of little value to them.

Okay, so I lied about my age. Everybody does.

We dream of times that are not and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is that the present usually hurts. —BLAISE PASCAL, Pensées

We dream of times that are not and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is that the present usually hurts. —BLAISE PASCAL

If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.

There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more.

Real children do not go hoppity skip unless they are on drugs.

Most witches don't believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don't believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.

The secret is not to dream, she whispered. The secret is to wake up. Waking up is harder. I have woken up and I am real. I know where I come from and I know where I'm going. You cannot fool me any more. Or touch me. Or anything that is mine.

The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.

There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.

Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.

The truth isn't easily pinned to a page. In the bathtub of history the truth is harder to hold than the soap and much more difficult to find.

Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly turned into fruit, and what impressed them? Weeping statues. And wine made out of water! A mere quantum-mechanistic tunnel effect, that'd happen anyway if you were prepared to wait zillions of years. As if the turning of sunlight into wine, by means of vines and grapes and time and enzymes, wasn't a thousand times more impressive and happened all the time...

WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HADN'T SAVED HIM? Yes! The sun would have risen just the same, yes? NO Oh, come on. You can't expect me to believe that. It's an astronomical fact. THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN. ... Really? Then what would have happened, pray? A MERE BALL OF FLAMING GAS WOULD HAVE ILLUMINATED THE WORLD.

It was all very well going on about pure logic and how the universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter was that the Disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant turtle and the gods had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows.

This was not a fairy-tale castle and there was no such thing as a fairy-tale ending, but sometimes you could threaten to kick the handsome prince in the ham-and-eggs.

Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.