Quotes About Reality

I know there are monsters on this earth,' said Tessa. 'You cannot tell me otherwise. I have seen them.

All the stories are true

Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night--" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. "There was no last night," he said through his teeth. At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. "Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--

As if we'd have sex in a cave surrounded by hordes of demons. This is reality, not your fevered imagination.

There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

Beauty is harsh.

The best lies are based on the truth, at least in part

How easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

Oh, its big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting…you know." He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. "It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle. -Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-

Magnus: All dreams end when you wake.

It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it.

what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?

Who ever said the world was fair?

Part of Clary wanted to lean sideways and put her head on her mother's shoulder. She could even close her eyes, pretend everything was all right. The other part of her knew that it wouldn't make a difference; she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever.

Now that the real and the imagined had collided, he wondered if she, like he, longed for the past, for the normal. He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

One of the things he loved about Clary was how easily caught up in her imagination she was, how easily she could wall herself away in illusory worlds of curses and princes and destiny and magic. Once he had been able to do the same... Now that the real and the imagined had collided, he wondered if she, like he, longed for the past, for the normal. He wondered if normalcy was something, like a vision or silence, you didn't realize it was precious until you lost it.

Every time a writer creates a character with a particularly troubled background (or a kinky sexual bent) it seems that somebody in the "real world" assumes that the writer is working from personal experience.

It was part of what had made him so good at manipulating people - he could present them with what they wanted to see. And what made it so powerful was that at some level, it was real.

Melancholy in this sense is the character of Mortality.'34 'And he that knows not this, & is not armed to endure it, is not fit to live in this world.'35

We know things with our lives and we live that knowledge, beyond what any theory has yet theorized.

Something deep within Loretta knotted, twisted. She hugged her middle and tried desperately not to think, to deny the reality she could not accept, that Hunter, the legendary killer, was a man who thought, and felt, and loved--just like any other. He even mourned a dead wife. He was also a man true to his word. He had promised to defend her, and he had.

In the Sapient tongue he said softly, 'Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?' 'Is it?' Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. 'To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?

People will pay to see ugliness. It makes them feel human.