Quotes About Reality

Ça se croit grand parce que ça fait de petites choses avec de grands capitaux.

La ilusión es una memoria convertida en deseo.

All through those splendid years of travel Pons was as happy as was possible to a man with a great soul, a sensitive nature, and a face so ugly that any "success with the fair" (to use the stereotyped formula of 1809) was out of the question; the realities of life always fell short of the ideals which Pons created for himself; the world without was not in tune with the soul within, but Pons had made up his mind to the dissonance.

God is, of course, a terrifying reality. I had thought that I knew all about God, and had Him in a pigeon hole. But I met Him at the corner of a street -- He entered my mind with a bang, and nearly burst my head open.

Wherever there is objective truth, there is satire.

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real - the butterfly or the man ? Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things? The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea Returns in time to the shallows of a transparent stream. The man, raising melons outside the green gate of the city, Was once the Prince of the East Hill. So must rank and riches vanish. You know it, still you toil and toil - what for?

I had now tasted freedom, and I couldn't lie to myself about that.

There is another world, other than/ this one we choose to live in.

Margaret Mitchell, author of Gone with the Wind and someone who knew a few things about hubris and humility, once said, "Life does not have an obligation to give you what you expect.

We know there aren't little green men running around this planet touching peepees.

Beauty persists. Which, as truths go, complicates all we need to know.

America likes to think Every one can recover from every thing, But about this, Especially, America is wrong.

But just as the river is always at the door, so is the world always outside. And it is in the world that we have to live.

How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?

When illusions are shattered by truth, talent is set free.

The world is always outside. And it is in the world that we must live.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

Every day I think, 'Gosh, you look a bit tired today,' and it's just recently occurred to me that it's not that I'm tired, it's that this is the way I look now.

If she packaged the perfect Facebook life, maybe she would start to believe it herself.

There is no special protection when you cross that invisible line from your ordinary life to that parallel world where tragedies happen. It happens just like this. You don't become someone else. You're still exactly the same. Everything around you still smells and looks and feels exactly the same.

When you were young you talked about 'falling in love' with such amusing gravity, as if it were an actual recordable event, when what was it really? Chemicals. Hormones. A trick of the mind.

That's what's so embarrassing about all this. Each time I sobbed for a lost baby, it was like sobbing over the end of a relationship when I'd never even gone out with the guy. My babies weren't babies. They were just microscopic clusters of cells that weren't ever going to be anything else. they were just my own desperate hopes. Dream babies. And people have to give up on dreams.

I have no right to be sad about anything. No right to have therapy from expensive doctors like you for losing children who never existed. There is real grief in the world. There are real mothers losing real children.

I remember thinking about how mothers were prepared to run into burning buildings to save their children's lives. I thought I should be able to go through a bit more suffering, a bit more inconvenience to give my children life. It made me feel noble. But now I realize I'm a crazy woman running into a burning house for children who don't exist.