Quotes About Reality

There's no certainty in this, Baruk. That seems a fact particularly galling to you humans.

The world was full of lies. And people keep telling us we need them, all in the name of peace. But the peace we got was poison.

The hand of vengeance stayed cold only so long. Any soul possessing a shred of humanity could not help but see the reality behind cruel deliverance, no matter how justified it might have at first seemed. Faces blank in death. Bodies twisted in postures no-one unbroken could achieve. Destroyed lives. Vengeance yielded a mirror to every atrocity, where notions of right and wrong blurred and lost all relevance.

False visions of the world were a child's right, not something to be resented, but neither were they worthy of any adult sense of longing.

Aboard the Willful Child 'Well done, everyone,' said Hadrian as he stepped down from the displacement pad, 'you all survived a harrowing voyage down to Ancient Earth in the time period known to historians as the Age of Frothing Hate, where almost everyone acted like stupid little children having temper tantrums because reality refused to conform to their deluded beliefs.

The curse of the witless is to beat one's head against the obstinate wall of how things really are, rather than what they insist upon their being.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured...Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins. We are not born to compassion either - large wide eyes and sweet demeanor notwithstanding.

The hand of vengeance stayed cold only so long. Any soul possessing a shred of humanity could not help but see the reality behind cruel deliverance, no matter how justified it might have at first seemed. Faces blank in death. Bodies twisted in postures no-one unbroken could achieve. Destroyed lives. Vengeance yielded a mirror to every atrocity, where notions of right and wrong blurred and lost all relevance. He

Is the universe holographic? Probably. Get microscopic enough and you start seeing pixels. I don't know about you, but that makes me laugh. Until I think about how easy it is to hack a program. Any program.

Who in their dreams is not omnipotent? If in sleep I grow wings and fly high above the land, it does not mean I will awaken cloaked in feathers. We are gods in our dreams. Disaster strikes when we come to believe the same is true in our real lives.

None of these visions of creation did more than serve the vanity of those holding them. As if all was made for them; for their eyes to witness, for their wonder to behold. Rint did not believe it. The past had no beginning. Something always existed before, no matter how far back one reached.

The laws are not what they seem. Order is an illusion. It hides its lies in your very eyes, deceiving all they see. Because to see is to change that which is seen. No, none of us will ever see true. We cannot. It is impossible. I give you a life without answers, my children.

You still think like a child, don't you? Clay figurines sunk to their ankles in the sand, one here, one there, standing just so. One says this, the other says that, then you reach down and rearrange them accordingly. Scenes, vistas, stark with certainty.

Many dreams are forgotten upon awakening, yes?' He glanced away from her appallingly open expression. 'But not memories,' he said. 'They just rise up, like the sun. Each morning, after a moment's bliss, they return. Like ghosts. Demons. They return, Vastala, with all the fangs and claws of the truth. We awaken to what's real, what was and can't be taken back.' She

Being alive... isn't the same as feeling good about it.

Evil speaks in lies. And the good know only one truth. But it's a lie, because there's always more than one truth

You can shake your fist all you want but dead is dead.

Let's play a game. There is no gate – oh, you've seen it, I well know. But it is a lie. It is what your mind builds, stone by stone. For your kind love borders. Thresholds, divisions, delineations. To enter a place you believe you must leave another. But look around and you can see. There is no gate, my friend.

Don't matter, now,' one said. 'We're here and here's here and that's that.

The conquerors always assumed that what they conquered was identity. But the truth was, identity could only be killed from within, and even that gesture was but a chimera.

It's because things are, Skanarow. All the complications we suffer through are hatched inside our own skulls.' 'Really? Doesn't make them any less real, though. Does it?

And what is that true sense? Why, it is the insanity of belief. And now you make us believe. With you. In you. And in your madness, which you so insist upon sharing. You taste bitter, human. You taste of your world.

They're not dream worlds, Feather Witch. They're real. In those places, we are the ghosts.

We are gods in our dreams. Disaster strikes when we come to believe the same is true in our real lives.