Quotes About Reality

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but refuse. They cling to the realm, or love, or the gods…illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. But they'll never know this. Not until it's too late.

A mad man sees what he sees.

Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.

The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.

Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything?" - Sansa

I never wanted to see half the things I've seen, and I've never seen half the things I wanted to. I don't think wanting comes into it. You'd best go all the same.

Sometimes there is truth in dreams.

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life-however long that might be-he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name.

Anyone can be killed." - Arya Stark

There are no happy endings.

Things are not always as they seemed, Much that may seem evil can be good.

Black or red, a dragon is still a dragon." - Illyrio Mopatis

Men are men ... Dragons are dragons.

Give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths.

Abrir los ojos es lo único necesario. El corazón miente y la mente engaña, pero los ojos ven. Mira con los ojos. Escucha con los oídos. Saborea con la boca. Huele con la nariz. Siente con la piel. Y sólo luego piensa, y así sabrás la verdad.

Jay wondered how they'd feel the morning they all woke up and realized that somehow Camelot had turned into Mordor.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions, or dragons, or eagles.

Is that true? There is truth in it. And lies as well? There is an untruth, and an exaggeration.

Good and evil are silly lies, nonsense put forth to plague honest sensible men.

A un sapo le salen alas y ya cree que es un dragón.

The truth will set us free. But freedom is cold and empty and frightening, and lies can often be warm and beautiful.

Boys believe nothing can harm them, his doubt whispered. Grown men know better.