Quotes About Reality

Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality. It took time for things to sink in, the new equilibrium establishing itself only after some period of your brain sloshing back and forth against the walls of your head. He was still in the slosh zone.

The thing was all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for the most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere hypothetical. There were reminders, however, and the almost's, the near-misses, the oh-God-please-no's, snapped your chain and got you to stop and feel what was in your heart.

Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality.

Your understanding is not required. Reality really doesn't give a shit about rational and reasonable.

Butch clasped his hands to his chest. "Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest." He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. "My dreams of our future are shattered—" "Shut it, cop." Butch looked out from under his arm. "Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions.

Life is crazy. The foolish thing is thinking it isn't.

Supposed to in one hand, s*** in the other; see what you get the most of- V to Rhage

Gift wrapping one's words does not change the nature of truth. Autumn looked back out to the snowy landscape and the river that was partially frozen. And I would rather know what is real than live a lie.

The thing was, all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere hypothetical. There were reminders, however, and the almost's, the near-misses, the oh-God-please-no's, snapped your chain and got you to stop and feel what was in your heart.

Her glass was not just half full. It was overflowing with rose-scented denial.

reality wasn't interested in anybody's opinion.

In this state, the club was The Wizard of Oz made obvious: All the magic that went on here night after night, all the buzz and excitement, was really just a combination of electronics, booze, and chemicals, an illusion for the people who walked through the front doors, a fantasy that allowed them to be whatever they weren't in their day-to-day lives.

But of course, time didn't work like that. And memory was but a television show of your own life, a movie screen you could play witness to, but not interact with, change the course of, redirect.

Trust was the basis for love. Without it, you had nothing but an illusion- a pleasant illusion, it was true, an illusion that felt nice and steady. But when you thought that the lie was the real thing? Finding out the two-dimensional nature of your existence was shattering.

Imagine My Little Pony meets KUWTK and serves gluten-free food.

Great loss, like death, required time to become real. The brain needed to get trained in the absence, the never again, the there-but-now-gone. Emotions, after all, could be so strong that they could warp reality—not in the sense that mourning could resurrect what had been lost, but more like grief could sharpen recollection to such painful degrees that it was as if you could call the person to you, touch them . . . hold them.

Real life went down when and where it did, regardless of whether things were photogenic.

Reality is like a coin. It has a front and a back, and you can only see one side at a time.

Now all he had were delusions that tortured him, and though they were only perception, never reality, the voices were a jail no less ironclad for the fact that no one else could see the bars or hear the warden.

Her sex life was non-existent in the real world. In her imagination, however, it had flourished.

He wasn't mad. Getting angry about the truth was just stupid. It was better to spend your time adapting to it. Far more logical, even if it made tears come to your eyes.

Fantasies were not what she needed right now. What she needed was… A real bathroom with running water.

Envolver las palabras en papel de regalo no cambia la naturaleza de la verdad.

You have to remember," Peterson adds, "that one of the ways that Gary Kurtz talked to me about Empire was, 'From the model point of view, it'll actually be easier than the first show because we already have all the models; they've been packaged, sent up north, and are sitting in a warehouse. So in some ways, it'll be just operating those models again.' Well, it didn't work out that way at all!