Quotes About Reality

You can't use a drawing to prove a war crime. A drawing doesn't have that notion that it's proof of a reality. Because of that, you can do all sorts of interesting things in it.

There are a lot of people who lie and get away with it, and that's just a fact.

Some of you young men think that war is all glamour and glory, but let me tell you, boys, it is all hell!

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

Why ain't you mad?" I asked. "Might as well get mad at the wind for blowin'. Some things just be what they be.

Remember, no matter where you go, there you are. —Buckaroo Banzai

I'm not beautiful. My mother—" "I know. Your mother was a knockout, and you're paper bag ugly... Sorry to upset all those cherished illusions of yours, but I don't see it your way." "That's because you didn't know her." "Could your mother have led tiger back into its cage?" "Maybe not that, but she was very good with men. They'd do anything for her." "This man will do anything for you.

Si comienzas a imaginar cosas que no van a ocurrir, lo único que conseguirás es salir herida.

Facts don't change. How we see them does.

She pretended she understood him, but how could she? He lived in the stars, and she was good, solid earth. She

El amor no existe para mí. —Existe para todo el mundo.

Idle to pretend that we have lost paradise. We never had it; it is still to make.

I also believe that forgiveness is appropriate only when parents do something to earn it. Toxic parents, especially the more abusive ones, need to acknowledge what happened, take responsibility, and show a willingness to make amends. If you unilaterally absolve parents who continue to treat you badly, who deny much of your reality and feelings, and who continue to project blame onto you, you may seriously impede the emotional work you need to do.

Nothing lasts. Not love, not grief.

When we hear that "war" is made for "peace", or that "pain" is sought for "pleasure" or that "brutality" helps one "feel", in our minds, language ceases to describe reality. Words lose their direct relationship with actuality. And thus language and culture begin to exist entirely independently of nature.

I'm almost sad for them. How they can't adjust to the fact that things have changed. That it's not going to be like it was. Just because you have something, just because you hold on tight, doesn't mean it will last. Sometimes you can only watch helplessly as it slips from your grasp. You say good-bye before your ready. You may even refuse to say good-bye at all. Still, it slips away

Whatever was about, whoever I had seen, and heard rocking, and who had passed me by just now, whoever had opened the locked door was not 'real'. No. But what was 'real'? At that moment I began to doubt my own reality.

Now faith is not what we hereafter have we have a world resting on nothing Rest was never more than abstract since it is empty reality we cannot escape

An excess of fiction could make reality seem supremely dull with its crappy dialogue and lack of coincidences

On the delusional theory of consciousness

If you're like us -mothers with an attitude problem- you may be getting increasingly irritable about this chasm between the ridiculous, honey-hued ideals of perfect motherhood in the mass media and the reality of mothers' everyday lives.

If enough money is involved and enough people believe that two plus two equals five the media will report the story with a straight face always adding a qualifying paragraph noting that mathematicians however say that two plus two still equals four.

Everybody thinks that once you reach the top, you can lie back on a divan with a goddamn mai tai. No. Wrong. Success is not a mountain climb. Success is a treadmill.

Besides, nobody ever loves you the way you want.