Quotes About Reality

Life isn't a book, Heath! There's no guarantee of a happy ending," I said.

could have almost convinced myself that everything was normal. But almost can be a really big word.

But you don't belong here! You're dead! I sobbed against his chest. Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.

One of the drawbacks to life is that it contains moments when one is compelled to tell the truth

The thought of being engaged to a girl who talked openly about fairies being born because stars blew their noses, or whatever it was, frankly appalled me.

I've found, as a general rule of life, that the things you think are going to be the scaliest nearly always turn out not so bad after all.

That's always the way in this world. The chappies you'd like to lend money to won't let you, whereas the chappies you don't want to lend it to will do everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of your pockets.

The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.

She was a kind-hearted girl, and it irked her to have to be continually acting as a black frost in Freddie's garden of dreams.

In fact, it seemed to him that he could almost hear the wedding bells ringing already. Then, coming out of his dreams, he realized that it was the telephone.

You know how it is. Love's flame flickers and dies, reason returns to her throne, and you aren't nearly as ready to hop about and jump through hoops as in the first pristine glow of the divine passion.

Until tonight I saw him only through the golden mist of love, and thought him the perfect man. This evening he revealed himself as what he really is – a satyr.

Now, a great many fellows think that having a rich uncle is a pretty soft snap: but, according to Corky, such is not the case.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

In you is the illusion of each day.

El pie del niño aún no sabe que es pie, y quiere ser mariposa o manzana. Pero luego los vidrios y las piedras, las calles, las escaleras, y los caminos de la tierra dura van enseñando al pie que no puede volar, que no puede ser fruto redondo en una rama.

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

Todo lo que puedas imaginar es real.

Imagination is real.

Sve što možeš da zamisliš je stvarno.

You don't have to pay me to tell you this but this a dream born of depression. That's all it is. So what do I do? No idea. Stay awake. Good idea.

Sometimes we kid ourselves when we imagine our lives, expecting that everything will neatly fall into place.

But here's what physicists tell us. Things, in the quantum world, do not happen in steps. They happen immediately.