Quotes About Reality

The paths of Fate are many and varied,and no sane being should ever venture down the deceptively pleasant one of if only.What happened,happened;

The "miracle of birth" was actually pretty disgusting, Arthas thought. He hadn't realized there'd be so much…goo involved.

Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them. And that is all we can do.

Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.

It happened. It was frightening and horrible and we both wish it hadn't happened, but it did.

He thought he was playing her. Seducing her. That was the play, but it felt all too real, and he'd never had real.

Every moment I'm with you, bambina, I fall harder. It's difficult for mr to believe you're real. You aren't the only one a little terrified.

You have the white knight syndrome in spades," she murmured. "Don't kid yourself, baby, there's nothing white knight about me.

Jacques, are you hurt? I will come to you. Shea's soft voice swirled in his mind, caught fragments of his thoughts and seemed to piece him back together. She was, as always, his one and only anchor to reality. Stay there, but stay connected to me, Shea. Being so close to this place is disorienting me. I need you to keep me together. He was begging, but Jacques had no choice.

We are not the vampires in your horror stories, the walking dead, for God's sake.

Mr. Tompkins in Wonderland by George Gamow

people never change. What you think you see is what you see. See?

Life is a very beautiful dream, he thought. I'm so glad I chose not to wake up from it just yet.

I try to deny myself any illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, at least as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves.

It's [Los Angeles] mostly full of nonsense and delusion and egomania. They think they'll be young and beautiful forever, even though most of them aren't even young and beautiful now.

I don't have a body, I am a body.

Saul Bellow: Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are able to see anything.

T]hose who willed the means and wished the ends are not absolved from guilt by the refusal of reality to match their schemes.

Whatever view one takes of the outcome being affected by morale, it seems certain that the realm of illusion must be escaped before anything else.

It's no fun to appreciate to the full the truth of the materialist proposition that I don't have a body, I am a body.

as with the normal life, one finds that every passing day represents more and more relentlessly subtracted from less and less. In other words, the process both etiolates you and moves you nearer toward death. How could it be otherwise?

My looks by then had in any case declined to the point where only women would go to bed with me.

Any critique of realism must begin with a sober assessment of the horrors of peace.

In which case, why not cancer of the brain? As a terrified, half-aware imbecile, I might even scream for a priest at the close of business, though I hereby state while I am still lucid that the entity thus humiliating itself would not in fact be "me." (Bear this in mind, in case of any later rumors or fabrications.)