Quotes About Reality

And that was despite the fact that she wasn't really here. I could see stars through her on the other side, although she wasn't a ghost. I knew ghosts. It was more like she was on an intertemporal version of Skype.

Thomas, says there are no real dragons. Only they are in your head, he says." "Thomas is right, my love, so do not be afraid of the dark." "But they are in my head sometimes, so I guess they are real.

There's the parent you want and the parent you have.

Tis a sad day when ye ha' t' pinch yerself t' see if ye're awake or in th' midst o' a night terror. 'Tis a really sad day when ye have t' pinch yerself twice." Old woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's night

The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn't mean that the story isn't true, only that I honestly don't know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

No Utopia is Utopia for everyone

În vremuril noastre, dominate de isteria colectiv? stârnit? de celebritate - ?i de superputerile pe care noi le credem c? le confer? -, uit?m complet c?, zi de zi, fiecare dintre noi trebuie s? se ridice din pat, s? se îmbrace, s? se spele pe din?i ?i s? purcead? la uciderea propriilor s?i mon?trii.

Old age. I don't know when it really starts, and I'm not interested in finding out. Julia pretty much ignored the whole thing, and that may be the only real lesson there is for the end of our days. Just pretend like it isn't happening, until you have no choice but to accept reality. If you're lucky, like Julia, you'll die peacefully in your sleep after having enjoyed a dinner of onion soup.

When you can face reality without camouflage, yours is the face of compassion. What a sight for sore eyes!

Can you give yourself totally to the reality of your life and its unknowable outcome?

No matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence." "Right, and one day my prince might come." "I doubt he'll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man's potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.

There was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it was, this world was real. Illusion was no substitute. I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

Sometimes I worry that there's not enough room in my brain for both my dreams and reality that I'm a hard drive with limited gigabytes and one day I won't be able to maintain the firewall between them. I wonder if that's what senility is.

Names are illusions," he growled. "Nonsensical labels seized upon by people to make them feel better about the intangibility of their puny existences. I am this. I am that," he mocked. "I came from so and so. Ergo I am … whatever the blah-blah you want to claim. Bloody hell, spare me.

I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.

Did I have to be dead to get you to see me? Wake the fuck up, Ms. Lane. Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes . Plan and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all - good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

See things for what they are. Drop your blinders and raise the sewer to eye level. Admit that your swimming in shit. If you don't acknowledge the turd heading down the drain towards you; you can't dodge it.

Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

It's so easy to lie. What's even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don't have to face the truth, don't have to feel alone.