Quotes About Reality

But when dreams come true in reality they never feel the same as when you imagine them, and you know what that means? It means that no matter how good things are, maybe they'll never be good enough, and there's something seriously wrong with that.

For most of those who lived in Paris during the occupation, however, survival depended on how adeptly one could navigate the nuances of wartime reality. At the Hôtel Ritz, the shades of gray were at their most impenetrable. In its spaces, astonishing things happened. In those gray areas—where courage and desire collided with brutality and terror—were powerful human stories.

He already knew that, "[i]f we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Home Improvement was going to be two stars in a lovely adult romance. It turned out to be this show about the ape-man who blows up shit.

This is not a real book; not really. A real book tells a story. A real book starts at the beginning and has a middle and an end and I should know. I've read enough of them. So many that one day I woke up as a character in one. I'm there now, trapped between the pages of a book about a girl who drops out of school, reads more than is good for her and ends up in the loony bin.

When I mentioned to a friend I was writing a book about eggs he told me to be sure to mention how in Thomas Hardy's "Jude the Obscure" the young Arabella incubates a sky-blue egg of a song bird in the cleavage of her bosom ... When I checked, I was disappointed to find it wasn't a song thrush egg, but that of a chicken ... The original image in my mind disintegrated like the sound of a vinyl record after the power has been turned off.

In a final flourish, drawing on his extensive knowledge of avian anatomy, he presents a critique of the supposed morphology of divine beings: "If angels had any reality, they would be very clumsy and awkward fliers with a slow heavy flight, lacking as they are in aerodynamic shape.

One person's craziness is another person's reality.

One person's craziness is another person's reality.

I have a problem when people say something's real or not real, or normal or abnormal. The meaning of those words for me is very personal and subjective. I've always been confused and never had a clearcut understanding of the meaning of those kinds of words.

We mustn't settle for a Sunday-school picture of Jesus dressed in a sparkling white robe surrounded by happy children. He was a real person, living in a world of dirt, pain, and frustration.

Mentally most of us are in between where we would like to be and where we are.

It's been nonstop hallucinations.

Most people walk through life without ever noticing the little clues all around that something's not right." Another toilet lid crashed in front of them and Serge pulled a porcelain splinter from his arm. "In Florida, you just have to filter out the background weirdness.

new-and-improved, guilt-free Reality Ultra-Lite: all your beliefs with none of the facts.

The past has departed and no longer is. The future has not arrived and is yet to be. Even the present does not last, so how can it be said to exist, when it doesn't stay still for a moment?

actually my chair is glued by gravity to a spinning ball that's hurtling around the Sun at a speed of 67,000 miles per hour. So I'm not in the same place at all. I'm 67,000 miles away from where I was sitting an hour ago! Or am I?

For man, time is a destroyer, but for the Cosmos it is an ever-turning wheel. These earthly forms that come and go are illusions.

You watch stuff like 'The Real Housewives' and you start to think, 'We're all so vacuous! Is there any nobility to any of these people?' But then you look out into the world, and there are people who are doing cool stuff with their lives.

Nobody became an actor because he had a good childhood.

Nobody looks good getting out of bed.

I'm going to keep it real gully with you; the first two months, I wanted to give him back. I expected someone to come and save me because after you have the baby, nobody cares about you anymore. Nobody cares if you sleep, nobody cares if you eat. It's just you and this all-consuming thingy!

You make a little noise, and you can sell out your local hometown club. But then you drive an hour down the road to the next town, and there might be eight people there.

The reality is, the only thing I can control is whether my songs are good and if I can turn up and sing. All the rest is background noise.