Quotes About Reality

Sometimes the least believable stories are the true ones. 1896–1900 My mother drapes a wrung-out cloth across my forehead.

I learned long ago that loss is not only probable but inevitable.

Sometimes the least believable stories are the true ones.

People think the painting is a portrait, but it isn't. Not really. He wasn't even in the field; he conjured it from a room in the house, an entirely different angle. He removed rocks and trees and outbuildings. The scale of the barn is wrong. And I am not that frail young thing, but a middle-aged spinster. It's not my body, really, and maybe not even my head. He

I know all too well how it is when the beautiful visions you've been fed don't match up with reality.

I do care about real life. It's just not as interesting as what's in my books.

Are you a man?'' The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into this delicate, lovely dream of passion. ''I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?

My mom knows when something is real and something is not.

Mirage" The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

She knows that soon she will have escaped into the world of the people better than us, the great objective world better than Shakespeare and Beethoven and Donatello put together—didn't they all come out of it?

I say, frankly, Looloo, that I believed that I could remold her life and with my wife and children make a little nucleus of splendid men and women to work for the future. That was, is, my only dream, my life hope: for I am only a dreamer in realities. I want you to understand me, Looloo: she did not even try to.

Sam,' said Saul fervently, 'when you talk, you know you create a world.

Solve the problems you have, not the ones you imagine.

It's that ideas are easier to come up with than you think. What's hard — really hard— is moving from an idea to reality.

The only access now to the world, the universe, is made through bits and pieces, clung to as small heroes battling against withdrawal.

a time when the plans and ideals that you've been dreaming of for years come up against reality. you graduate from college and have to find your way in the real world. you learn that there is no perfect job. there is no perfect relationship.

I was just 17, I did not have many illusions left, and the ones that did remain were soon to vanish.

Everything exists, real or unreal. The truth is only a matter of perspective.

So come Cinderella, let me take you to the ball again. Perhaps you will see more than I did, or perhaps you will begin to understand how difficult it is to understand. Truth is never easily wrested from the stuff of life, and this stuff was even stranger and sometimes more repellent than the usual fare.

there is but a single reality out there, and science is getting increasingly better at describing it.

A lot of perception is a con job.

Ainsi, si un élément de réalité contredit l'une de mes croyances, je peux assimiler (déformer la réalité pour la faire cadrer avec mes croyances) ou accommoder (modifier ma croyance pour intégrer la réalité).

The buildings that I build very often have a dreamlike reality. I don't mean by that they have a fantasy quality at all, in fact quite the reverse. They contain in some degree the ingredients that give dreams their power... stuff that's very close to us.

The "Sea of Lies" article in Newsweek (July