Quotes About Reality

Time exists in order that everything doesn't happen all at once…and space exists so that it doesn't all happen to you.

Photographs are a way of imprisoning reality...One can't possess reality, one can possess images--one can't possess the present but one can possess the past.

Needing to have reality confirmed and experience enhanced by photographs is an aesthetic consumerism to which everyone is now addicted. Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkies; it is the most irresistible form of mental pollution.

at the center of every fairy tale lay a truth that gave the story its power.

Does that mean you're prepared to deal with whatever turns up? People aren't sometimes. When they learn the real truth, they're all of a sudden content to live with a lie.

Don't part with your illusions; when they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

People think I'm much more than I am.

I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream.

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Love can make people do funny things, inexplicable things. And thwarted love can turn some people into madmen--or madwomen. People who never had much of a grip on reality, sometimes they spin pretty illusions ... and when the illusion shatters, they become capable of anything.

Nature, as man has always known it, he knows no more. Since he has learned to esteem signs above symbols, to suppress his emotional reactions in favor of practical ones and make use of nature instead of holding so much of it sacred, he has altered the face, if not the heart, of reality.

In that marvelous Indian epic poem, the Mahabharata, the sage Yudhisthira is asked: "Of all things in life, what is the most amazing?" Yudhisthira answers: "That a man, seeing others die all around him, never thinks that he will die.

The vision becomes reality. Linking talent with opportunity.

Deck, I slept with this guy," Tracy said. "No you didn't," he said quietly. "You slept with Michael. Who turned out to not be real. That's what you should be upset about. That your perfect man was an act." She had to smile at that. "Perfect, except for the part where he moved to Maine. That sucked." He smiled, too. "Perfection's overrated, anyway. If he was real, you'd've been bored in a month. No one to argue with.

I wanted to fall in love with you -- a number ten kind of love -- and I pretty much convinced myself that I had. But that was stupid, because love doesn't work that way. You've got to be really lucky to get a ten at first sight. but that's what I wanted with you. - Ken to Savannah.

The difference between dead and not dead had never been so hard to see. It was the slimmest of lines. Possible to cross at any given moment.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Real or not real?

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all about where they were or what they were doing or how they felt when a specific event occurred. . . . Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena