Quotes About Reality

En un mundo perfecto todas las madres querrían a sus bebés y los extraños abrirían sus puertas a los no amados. En un mundo perfecto todo sería blanco o negro, bueno o malo, y todos sabrían la diferencia. Pero este no es un mundo perfecto. El problema es la gente que piensa que lo es

156,000,000 kilometers away. 6,000 degrees Celsius on the surface. I know these things, but I've never felt the reality of it! My god, Greyson, how do you stand it? How do you keep from dissolving into a puddle of emotion when you look upon it? The joy of it!

And as I see it, they're all innocents. Even the guilty. Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood inno- cence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it. Humanity is inno- cent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.

I'm so thankful to be alive right now, he could take credit for the faked lunar landings and I wouldn't care.

Estúpidos sueños. Incluso los buenos son malos, porque te recuerdan hasta qué punto es mala la realidad.

There was a time, before I wound up here, when I would have thought all this was funny. When I was a member of the world, and not a member of "the club." The world just loves to laugh at the absurdity of insanity. I

I know it's all true, but I can never prove what happens to people I don't know in places I can't see.

Everything feels right with the world, and the sad thing is that I know it's a dream. I know it must soon end, and when it does I will be thrust awake into a place where either I'm broken, or the world is broken.

But what if your mind becomes a pathological liar?

Los mortales fantaseaban con que el amor era eterno y su pérdida, inimaginable. Ahora sabemos que ninguno de los dos supuestos era cierto. El amor siguió siendo mortal, mientras que nosotros nos hicimos eternos.

Immortality has turned us all into cartoons

Mortals fantasized that love was eternal and its loss unimaginable. Now we know that neither is true. Love remained mortal, while we became eternal

It was a dream. Reality got in the way, that's all. And running away doesn't solve anything

She closed her eyes again, and tried to reboot. Human brains, she knew, could be like computers, especially in the time that hung between sleep and wakefulness. Sometimes you said strange things, did even stranger things, and once in a while you couldn't figure out exactly how you got where you got.

We are imperfect beings, Munira said, How could we ever fit in a perfect world?

E, a meu ver, todos são inocentes. Mesmo os culpados. Todo mundo é culpado de alguma coisa e todo mundo ainda guarda uma memória da inocência da infância, não importa quantas camadas de vida a cubram. A humanidade é inocente; a humanidade é culpada; ambas as afirmações são inegavelmente verdadeiras.

Fiction is all too often one rationalisation away from reality. (from the acknowledgements of Unwind)

For if my study of human nature has taught me anything, it is that truth and conviction are not comfortable bedfellows, and what one believes will often cast out that which is true.

Why am I seeing a beach ball?

The Thunderhead gave us a perfect world. The utopia that our ancestors could only dream of is our reality.

But yes, it is sad to live and die without knowing the truth of one's existence. Only sad to us, however. Not to them.

a simple truth remains: People have to die.

Sorry, Pinocchio, but Risa's not your Blue Fairy. She can't turn you into a real boy.

Love, Allie concluded, wasn't blind, it simply saw alternate dimensions.