Quotes About Reality

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.

On bad days, I think I'd like to be a plastic surgeon who goes to Third World countries and operates on children in villages with airlifts, and then I think, 'Yeah, right, I'm going to go back to undergraduate school and take all the biology I missed and then go to medical school.' No. No.

How much do I really believe that will happen? • What do I think is the most likely thing to happen? • What is the most unlikely thing to occur? • What could I do if that happened? Tell yourself: • Ideas can sound frightening, but that doesn't make them true.

Contemplate the wonders of creation, the Divine dimension of their being, not as a dim configuration that is presented to you from a distance, but as the reality in which you live. —RABBI ABRAHAM ISAAC KOOK

The world that we can perceive is a mere slice of a multidimensional world beyond our senses and even beyond our mathematics.

Det var en historie som knyttet meg til henne med både hjerte og sjel, og jeg kommer aldri til å glemme den. Den er faktisk så virkelig for meg at jeg kan se for meg alle deltakerne og rollene de spilte, som om de står på en scene.

Long ago she'd learned that facing reality was inevitable. She could skulk about, trying to avoid it or pretending it wasn't there. But in the end, reality always found her. And its finding her seemed a harsher blow than if she'd faced the situation straight on from the very start.

a truth does not take too long to tell, only a fiction requires so much thought

All the things that are white are not milk.

The fact is, we humans don't live directly in the physical universe. We live in a model of the world we have created collectively through language and which we maintain communally. That model was already in existence when we were born; we merely made our way into it as we matured. Becoming an adult meant gaining the ability to imagine the same world as everyone else.

Life isn't theatre, much though you might like it to be. It doesn't follow a script. It's messy

There's more to life than you can see. Your sight is limited.

We all believe we are in complete control. When really, we do not know the beginning, middle or end.

It's not about the future, it's about the moment.

Thinking this is "The One" becomes an excuse to let your own life deteriorate.

When people say a knight's job is all glory, I laugh and laugh and laugh. Often I can stop laughing before they edge away and talk about soothing drinks.

You can't make a person, a human being with a first kiss and a sense of humor and a favorite sandwich, and then expect her to dissolve back into scribbled notes and whiskeyed coffee when she no longer suits your purposes. I think I always knew she would come back to find me, someday.

Or maybe, and I like to hope it was this one, because the truth is more intricate and less attainable than I used to understand, a bright illusive place reached by twisting back roads as often as by straight avenues, and this was the closest I could come.

If you think you're a success, you will be a success; if you think you deserve nothing but crap, you'll get nothing but crap. Your inner reality shapes your outer one, every day of your life.

When you're too close to people, when you spend too much time with them and love them too dearly, sometimes you can't see them. Unless Daniel was bluffing, he had made one last mistake, the same one he had been making all along. He was seeing the other four not as they were but as they should have been, could have been in some softer-edged and warmer world.

My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind: Jamie scrambling intent and surefooted up to a high branch, Peter's laugh arcing out of the trompe-l'oeil dazzle of green ahead. Through some slow sea change they had become children out of a haunting storybook, bright myths from a lost civilization; it was hard to believe they had once been real and my friends.

He hated the way every drug in its different way scooped the solidity right out of the world and left it quicksand-textured, cracked across and wavering at the edges. They did the same thing to people: people on drugs stopped being what you knew them to be.

Trey says, with absolute bedrock certainty, "He wouldn't do that." Cal reached the point a long time ago where those words make him tired for all of humanity. All the innocents say that, and believe it tot he bone, right p until the moment when they can't any more. My husband would never do that to our children, my baby ain't no thief. Cal feels like he ought to stand on a street corner handing out warnings, little pieces of paper that just say: Anyone could do anything.

I didn't believe her, of course. The lie was transparent—it something that size, someone would have mentioned it during the door-to-door--and it went straight to my heart as no sonata ever could have; because I recognized it. That's my twin brother, his name's Peter, he's seven minutes older than me. . . . Children—it and Rosalind was little more—it don't tell pointless lies unless the reality is too much to bear.