Quotes About Reality

What good were real feelings anyway?

He'd still be who he was, and that, it seemed to him, was the basic problem.

Ken didn't die for your benefit, you know. It's like everyone's a supporting actor in the flm of your life story. Of course. Isn't that how it works for everybody?

he was disappointed that he'd never quite added up to as much as the results of his own calculations. The trouble was that he'd got his sums all wrong, but she didn't want to be the one to tell him that.

Does that help? Probably not, unless you are sane enough to believe that the truth about anyone is disappointing, the truth about me especially so.

And also, what kind of job was comic magician? She didn't think she could bear to be married to a comic magician, even if his breath were sweeter than Parma violets and his kisses were like atom bombs. Comic magicians belonged on seaside piers. Comic magicians were what she had come to London to escape, not to find, and certainly not to marry.

All that night he thought like boomerangs fly: an idea would shoot way off into the distance, all the way to a caravan in Hollywood and, for a moment, when he had got as far away from school and reality as it was possible to go, he was reasonably happy; then it would begin the return journey, thump him on the head, and leave him in exactly the place he had started from. And all the time it got nearer and nearer to the morning.

There aren't too many candlelit dinners and second honeymoons, I can tell you. We're beyond all that. We're good friends more than anything.

a futballszurkoló természetes állapota a keser? csalódottság, függetlenül az eredménytÅ'l.

Próbáltam nem gondolni rá. Megtörtént, és kívántam, hogy bárcsak ne történt volna meg, de hát ilyen az élet, nem?

But nobody ever writes about how it is possible to escape and rot—how escapes can go off at half-cock, how you can leave the suburbs for the city but end up living a limp suburban life anyway.

I was afraid because I didn't want to lose her, and we always lose someone, or they lose us, in the end.

When Will had conceived this fantasy and joined SPAT [Single Parents - Alone Together] he had imagined sweet little children, not children who would be able to track him down and come to his house.

Marcus tenía razón, por supuesto, pero tener razón no servía de nada si el resto del mundo estaba equivocado

In Bruce Springsteen songs, you can either stay and rot, or you can escape and burn. That's OK; he's a songwriter, after all, and he needs simple choices like that in his songs. But nobody ever writes about how it is possible to escape and rot—how escapes can go off at half-cock, how you can leave the suburbs for the city but end up living a limp suburban life anyway. That's what happened to me; that's what happens to most people.

you had to do, it seemed, was ask for an inferior version of the life you'd had before and London would give it to you.

It happened and I wish it didn't, it's just life isn't it

Once again, Marcus was left with the feeling that Ellie didn't have to do what she had just done, and that she had brought the trouble she was in upon herself. He was tired of it. It wasn't real, and there was enough real trouble in the world without having to invent things.

When he had gone home, he had been frightened, he had refused to face what he saw. But he had not really wanted to come home to a land, only to a pas; and not finding the past there, he had run away, fearing the reality, preferring the dream.

We would all rather be loved for what we seem to be.

Beauty is not always as perfect as we imagine it to be, but it can be damn close if we learn to accept the scary parts or the ugly parts.

I know now that truth is a troubling thing. You can't drink your way to it. You can't snort your way to it. You can't fuck your way to it. You can't love your way to it. You can only let it envelop you and try to make sense of it all.

Every person I have a conversation with now runs a chance of being fictionalized.

the I who cannot understand certain words and translate them into actions) is now somehow within the IF world, counseling the player character not to eat a piece of direct mail.