Quotes About Reality

Acting is illusion, as much illusion as magic is, and not so much a matter of being real.

There is no such thing as real happiness in life. The justest definition that was ever given of it was "a tranquil acquiescence under an agreeable delusion"--I forget where.

There are a lot of things that fit on a bumper sticker in terms of either liberty or equality or progress that when made more concrete just don't pan out.

They can have their little ceremony. We know the truth.

What is wonderful about my art is that dream and reality can become one. There is just one step between the two.

Americans have an abiding belief in their ability to control reality by purely material means... airline insurance replaces the fear of death with the comforting prospect of cash.

How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are touch'd with light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as lilies see themselves alone reflected in their azure streams. But rosy clouds that morning brings, ere noon may deepen into thunder--and life's dark stream has sterner things than silver lilies growing under.

No matter the truth, people see what they want to see..

Who has time to make up stories when the truth is so much more interesting?

Quello che faccio io non si può quasi più chiamare viaggiare, non si scopre più niente, si digita, controlla, smentisce e conferma, immagini e idee vengono confrontate con la "realtà", ciò che in ultima istanza vado a fare è vedere se il Giappone esiste davvero, come se uno spettatore al cinema potesse entrare nello schermo e sedersi a tavola con i protagonisti.

She was always doing that, telling him stories. Prying open cracks for magic to seep in, making the world a place of possibility. After she left, he had stopped believing all those fantasies. Wispy, false dreams that disintegrated in the morning's light. Now it occurs to him that, perhaps, there might be truth in them after all.

rainbow of different, beautiful lies. But now, seeing the picture

Everything she had dreamed for herself faded away, like fine mist on a breeze. She could not remember now why she thought it had all been possible.

She knew that he was telling the truth, that this had been the truth for a long, long time.

Tinha a sensação de ter mergulhado em um lago fundo e transparente, e então de ter descoberto que na verdade era uma lagoa rasa, que batia no seu joelho. O que podia fazer? Bem, tinha que se levantar, limpar os joelhos sujos, tirar os pés da lama. E tomar mais cuidado. Ele saberia, dali em diante, que o mundo era um lugar menor do que imaginara.

the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It

I don't have a plan, I'm afraid...But then, no one really does, no matter what they say.

I realize that I am not happy with the life I lead. I always had one kind of life in mind and things have turned out very differently.

We can't understand the world, nothing prepares you for life

Like a child, she would not see beyond the demolished walls of her soap bubble which had encased her in its iridescence, promising scarves of brilliant colours, perfume, fine stockings, cosmetics, bracelets, rich warm cardigans, petticoats with frills and inset lace. Tablets of soap, bed socks and two handkerchiefs were weapons piercing her with old age.

Man can't live by truth alone, you know, and children even less so.

Don't remember me as too nice or beautiful or funny, because then you'll be disappointed.

I really loathe [the bumper sticker] 'Proud Parent of a Terrific Kid!' Why not a bumper sticker for the unlucky parents, something like: 'My Fifteen-Year-Old's in Detox and Not Speaking to Any of Us' or 'My Kid Robbed a 7-Eleven and is in a Center for Youthful Offenders.

My friends scoffed at my anxiety and said dumb things like, 'Fifty is the new forty!' Which just made me realize that there are a whole lot of other people who suck at math as bad as I do. No. Fifty is fifty.