Quotes About Reality

Children are dying.' Lull nodded. 'That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words. Quote me, Duiker, and your work's done.

We are born from darkness and to darkness we return. These are the truths you so fear, and in your fear discount.

Returning to… sanity? Perhaps. But Heboric Ghost Hands had no firm grasp of what sanity was, what it looked like, felt like, smelled like. It might be that he had never known. – TB 486

Truth is a pressure, and I see us all shying away. But, my friends, from truth there can be no escape.

We were never what people could be. We were only what we were. Remember us

Is not the mind a wondrous world? That thoughts and aspirations can cavort with such glee? That desires can spool out into such wild mess as to tangle every sense, and confound the spirit in a welter of delicious indulgence! Reality stands no chance against such inner creations.

It wouldn't be happiness then, happiness wasn't kind anyway, the way it could vanish in an instant. He might not miss it at all.

back away. As Sleem said, there is no value in despair. But plenty of despair in value, once the illusion is revealed.

He knew which world he wanted to live in. But, people didn't have that choice, did they? Not unless they killed the spark inside themselves first. With drink, with the oblivion of sweet smoke, but those were false dreams and made mockery of the ones truly lost – the ones whose lives had passed.

It is invariably those lacking in intellect,' Gothos expounded, 'who unceasingly rue their misfortune. The curse of the witless is to beat one's head against the obstinate wall of how things really are, rather than what

Wisdom did not belong to mortals, and those whom others called wise were only those who, through grim experience, had touched the very edges of unwelcome truths.

Some people don't go through their lives searching, Smiles. I'm not looking, because I'm not expecting to find anything. You want meaning? Make it up. You want truth? Invent it. Makes no difference, to anything. Sun comes up, sun goes down. We see one, maybe we don't see the other, but the sun doesn't care, does it?

See this weapon in my hands? One false move and you're nothing but atoms!' Spark tilted its head. 'Confusion! Spark already is nothing but atoms! So is Klang Intruder!

Truth cared nothing for stories. The real world was indifferent to what people wanted to be, to how they wanted everything to turn out.

Children are dying.' Lull nodded. 'That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.

Imperfect. We can never match the ideals set before us. That is the burden of mortality.

Falsehoods cease being false when enough people believe them, Bakal. Instead, they blaze like eternal truths, and woe to the fool who tries pissing a stream on that.

Running away never feels as fast, never as far, as it should.

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

The truth of futility was the hardest truth of all, and for those clear-eyed enough to see it, there was no escape.

Too much of the world defies our efforts to conform to what would please us. To live is to know dissatisfaction and frustration.

Hopes had a way of sinking fast once you stepped out of childhood.

With sufficient distance, even a range of mountains could look flat, the valleys between each peak unseen. In the same manner, lives and deaths, mortality's peaks and valleys, could be levelled.

when there is a difference between perception and reality, perception always wins. Behind