Quotes About Reality

The stories we tell yourselves long enough become our truths

Yang terjadi saat impianmu menjadi nyata adalah kesadaran yang perlahan luruh bahwa impianmu tidaklah seperti yang kau bayangkan. Dan impian itu tidak bisa menyelamatkanmu.

grim reminder of how little the natural world cares for our plans.

This was the story he told himself, and the stories we tell ourselves long enough become our truths.

I think people expect too much from marriage today," he said. "They expect perfection. Every moment should be bliss. That's TV or movies. But that is not the human experience.

Você deve ser forte, desejei convencê-lo. Deve pensar mais como eu. Ela é real, sim, mas também é uma invenção, um desejo derivado de sua própria necessidade. Em sua solidão, você se apegou ao primeiro rosto que chamou sua atenção. Poderia ter sido qualquer uma, você sabe. Afinal, é um homem, meu caro. Ela é apenas uma mulher e existem milhares iguais espalhadas por esta grande cidade.

Hope is living the reality and yet investing in a different one.

Some of my relatives held on to imagined memories the way homeless people hold onto lottery tickets. Nostalgia was their crack cocaine, if you will, and my childhood was littered with the consequences of their addiction : unserviceable debts, squabbles over inheritances, the odd alcoholic or suicide.

She had the bizarre feeling of time bending all around her, as though she was from the past reading about the future, or from the future reading about the past.

The fury of those nativists advocating wholesale slaughter was what struck Nadia most, and it struck her because it seemed so familiar, so much like the fury of the militants in her own city. She wondered whether she and Saeed had done anything by moving, whether the faces and buildings had changed but the basic reality of their predicament had not.

I tried not to dwell on the comparison; it was one thing to accept that New York was more wealthy than Lahore, but quite another to swallow the fact that Manila was as well.

In their phones were antennas, and these antennas sniffed out an invisible world, as if by magic, a world that was all around them, and also nowhere, transporting them to places distant and near, and to places that had never been and would never be.

Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent—admittedly in my own best interest—on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm.

IN TIMES OF VIOLENCE, there is always that first acquaintance or intimate of ours, who, when they are touched, makes what had seemed like a bad dream suddenly, evisceratingly real

Anders knew he would soon lose his father, and that impending loss seemed more concrete now, more real, not like air but like a door or a wall, something you could bang against, bang into, and of course children know they will lose their parents, they know it from early on, but most are able to believe that that particular present will not come, that it is years away....

Online you could form your own opinion of what was going on and your opinion was, likely as not, different from the next person's, and there was no real way to determine which of you was right, and the boundary between what was in your mind and what was in the world beyond was blurry, so blurry there was almost no boundary at all.

stories of evil can be projected on them with as little difficulty as stories of good.

It's easy to be an idealist when you drive a Pajero.

Here we are not squeamish when it comes to facing the consequences of our desire.

an old woman told them they had not seen a fox but rather themselves, their love. They wondered if she meant the fox was a living symbol or the fox was unreal and just a feeling and when others looked they would see no fox at all.

Confusing the academy with the world is a dumb and dangerous thing to do. In the real world, money talks, bullshit walks. In a state legislature, clout meets clout, money meets money, interest fights interest, and only the strong prevail. Which is why ordinary folks keep losing. Should this strike you as an unduly Darwinian view of what is, after all, a liberal, Western democracy, I can only commend you to Reality School. Go and study how the laws are made and then tell me if I lie.

The odd thing about these television discussions designed to "get all sides of the issue" is that they do not feature a spectrum of people with different views on reality: Rather, they frequently give us a face-off between those who see reality and those who have missed it entirely. In the name of objectivity, we are getting fantasy-land.

We open a book, we turn a newspaper page, we allow the television and the radio to come into our homes. All the things we are told every day - are the true?

Why don't you read a novel? There's more truth in fiction than in fact.