Quotes About Reality

Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you invert the equation - expectation divided by reality - you didn't get the opposite of happiness. What you got, Lewis realized, was hope.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

Life asked death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." —Unknown

Oh,that's right. You're a...what did you call it? Ah, a ghost hunter. You don't have to see things to believe them. Adam's gaze locked onto the persecutor's. Maybe you've got that backward, he said. Maybe it's just that I believe things you cant see.

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

Here I am, wasting away inside a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is stay in the story. If I could talk to this girl Delilah, I'd ask her why on earth she would ever trade a single second of the world she's in for the one in which I'm stuck

How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

Maybe a mother wasn't what she seemed to be on the surface.

You can't be real, Delilah murmurs. Says who? I ask. Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Time is an optical illusion-- never quite as solid or strong as we think it is.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... Doubt is like dye. Once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours.

Witness testimony is always flawed. It's better than circumstantial evidence, sure, but people aren't camcorders; they don't record every action and reaction, and the very act of remembering involves chosing words, actions and images. In other words, any witness who was supposed to be giving a court facts is really just giving them a version of fiction.

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

I've been an idiot to think that real life could have a happy ending

People believed what they wanted to believe, no matter what was right in front of their eyes.

The world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits.

Peter took a shuddering breath. He wondered what his fish had thought, expecting the cool blue of the sea, only to wind up swimming in shit.

I found plain truth very interesting.