Quotes About Reality

It's easy to fool the eye but it's hard to fool the heart.

A man commented to his lunch companion: My wife had a funny dream last night. She dreamed she'd married a millionaire. You're lucky, sighed the companion. My wife dreams that in the daytime.

How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.

They've great respect for the dead in Hollywood, but none for the living.

It's a scientific fact. For every year a person lives in Hollywood, they lose two points of their IQ.

A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.

Television has brought back murder into the home - where it belongs.

Life is hard. After all, it kills you.

When people call you photogenic, they're actually trying to tell you that you look uglier than your pics..

We cannot truly face life until we face the fact that it will be taken away from us.

You say you want a Prince, yet you look in the swap amongst the frogs.

Be critical. Women have the right to say: This is surface, this falsifies reality, this degrades.

They say real girls ain't never perfect, perfect girls ain't never real.

There is no way a beautiful woman can live up to what she looks like for an appreciable length of time.

Most women are not as young as they are painted.

The best happiness a woman can boast is that of being most carefully deceived.

A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is... and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be... more than that he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armidillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body.

Strike an average between what a woman thinks of her husband a month before she marries him and what she thinks of him a year afterward, and you will have the truth about him.

War begins like a pretty girl with whom every man wants to flirt and ends like an ugly old woman whose visitors suffer and weep.

Now what I love in women is, they won't or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it so well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.

Perhaps women have always been in closer contact with reality than men: it would seem to be the just recompense for being deprived of idealism.

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.