Quotes About Reality

This is true, at the least, that no veil of beauty hides the evils from our sight.

We watched the swimmers and sunbathers and I thought about this. Had I faced all the facts? It seemed like I had, but actually, you never know, just by remembering, how many facts you were allowed to have faced. Your own endurance might be a pleasant fiction allowed you by others who've really faced the facts. The eerie feeling this thought gave me made me shiver in the hot wind.

Your own endurance might be a pleasant fiction allowed you by others who've really faced the facts.

Old Eileen leaned forward in her chair, thrusting her face closer to the child who had been gradually approaching her. Where is the centre of the world? she abruptly demanded. Esther stood silently in front of her, holding onto a book she had forgotten to put on a table. She did not know the answer to the riddle. The place where you stand, Old Eileen said. The place where you stand is the centre of the world.

Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it.

I made some studies, and reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. I can take it in small doses, but as a lifestyle, I found it too confining. It was just too needful; it expected me to be there for it all the time, and with all I have to do--I had to let something go.

Reality is just a collective hunch.

Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.

My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it's absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.

Happy-ever-after is a fairy-tale notion, not history. I know of no woman who escaped from Chelmno alive.

The only duty of the dreamer is to tell the truth about the dream.

Because though women lie when they have to and men lie all the time, the mirror always tells the truth.

After a while, the story becomes the truth because no one actually remembers how things really happened.

How can this be, this great magic, that makes real the unreal, the not-actual into a kind of factless fictual, turns lies into the True? Don't ask me, for I am new at this work, new at telling my own truth. All I can start with is Once Upon A Time, that oldest and truest of lies.

Are you telling me you think Ranger's a superhero?' Think about it. We don't know where he lives. We don't know anything about him.' Superheroes are make-believe.' Oh yeah?' Lula said. 'What about God?

Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you're not pregnant, on account of you're not gettin any.

Sweetie, nothing that flies looks safe, including birds.

I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.

I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.

Life is a series of natural changes. Resisting change only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.

OKAY, SO HERE'S the thing. My mother's worst fear has come true. I'm a nymphomaniac. I lust after a lot of men. Of course, maybe that's because I don't actually actually have sex with any. And some of my lustings probably aren't

If you had told somebody in the year 1800 that there were invisible things called germs and that they were responsible for the common cold, he would have thought that you were crazy and believed in magic," Emerson said. "Today, everybody simply accepts it as fact, despite that they've never seen or knowingly touched a germ.

A wise man, recognizing that the world is an illusion, does not act as if it is real, and so he escapes suffering." The

Superheroes are make-believe. Oh yeah? Lula said. What about God? Hmmmm.