Quotes About Reality

I couldn't swallow. It had to be wrong. We had to be able to rewind. It couldn't be real. It felt so weightless. It felt like an idea, a particle of dust floating around in the air that hadn't landed yet.

Cogitatur depends on Est; and there's no avoiding it.

A reality show isn't unlike the Nobel Peace Prize, then," Mr. Bennet said. "In that they both require nominations.

She would say that we create our own reality-that the truth, ultimately, is what we choose to believe.

In the end, there was always your regular life, and no one could deal with it but you.

I'm not going to say the rule doesn't exist, but it's like Santa Claus. It's only real if you believe in it.

I will not be the one it happens to - this is what we all believe, what we must believe to make our way in the world each day. Someone else. Not me. But every once in a while it is you, or someone close enough that it might as well be you. People to whom a terrible thing has never happened trust fate, the notion that what's meant to be will be; the rest of us know better.

as if there's a clear distinction between real and fake for any of us. Aren't we all performing the role of ourselves?

I thought how in the last few weeks, the idea of him had sometimes made me nervous but the reality of him always comforted me.

There was a fantasy aspect to our time together that I don't think prepared us for some of the mundane daily struggles life has in store.

the idea of him had sometimes made me nervous but the reality of him always comforted me.

It is not a camera, or a reporter, that makes something, real and genuine; more often, a camera or a reporter does the opposite.

we create our own reality—that the truth, ultimately, is what we choose to believe.

And I don't know if you've heard this, but there's something called the Danny Horst Rule. And the amazing thing is, I'm Danny Horst. Touché. Chuckles, you and Noah are the ones who decide if it matters. It doesn't seem like it matters to him so that just leaves you. When you put it like that, it almost makes me sound like a self-sabotaging asshat. I'm not going to say the rule doesn't exist, but it's like Santa Claus. It's only real if you believe in it.

Oh come on—as if there's a clear distinction between real and fake for any of us. Aren't we all performing the role of ourselves?

It was almost as if he'd been a ghost in all those rooms, all those days, a ghost in his own life.

While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.

While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living. Cyril Connolly (English critic and editor, 1903-1974)

It is significant comment on the victory of science over magic that were someone to say 'if I put this pill in your beer it will explode,' we might believe them; but were they to cry 'if I pronounce this spell over your beer it will go flat,' we should remain incredulous and Paracelsus, the Alchemists, Aleister Crowley and all the Magi have lived in vain. Yet when I read science I turn magical; when I study magic, scientific.

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

The mighty question arises upon us, what is one's own real self? It certainly is not what we think we are and ought to be.

Another coupon tacked onto the pile I'll redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. Look around this life and all you see is folks' coupons tacked everywhere, what they'll do if, what they'll do when. Warm anticipation for shit that ain't even going to happen.

What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.