Quotes About Reality

From Flowering Judas ] She is, her comrades tell her, full of romantic error, for what she defines as cynicism in them is merely 'a developed sense of reality'.

Antes de que ocurra nunca sabes cómo va a ser una cosa realmente.

Ain't no one ever told you yet? I recon I thought you've all figured out. - What? - That all this stuff about happy-endings is lies. The only ending in this world is death.

one need not believe in something for it to happen anyway.

I didn't believe in love at first sight. In fact, as I would soon be reminded by seemingly every literate person in New York, I had written and published more than a few poems lampooning the very idea of it. But one need not believe in something for it to happen anyway.

No one who'd actually been in the Pocket would believe the explanation, but that didn't matter. We were symbols now, no longer in control of our own stories.

Whenever somebody says to me, "Maybe it'll come with age," I want to say, "I wouldn't count on it.

Legenda adalah kisah yang kau rasakan dalam empedalmu dimana dengan berjalan­­nya waktu akan menjadi nyata di dalam hatimu. --Nasihat seekor burung hantu kepada anaknya--

I couldn't believe it. It wasn't just that he knew about Narnia. I could tell that he knew what I meant by a Narnia cubby. It was all there in his eyes. He knew that I didn't actually think I was Lucy going through a real door to magical lands. He knew that the cubby in the Roadmaster was a sane person's ticket to freedom of thought.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

The two main girlfriends he has had wanted him to support them in the manner to which they certainly weren't accustomed even though he couldn't put his flabby hands on a penny.

Maps are dreams: both describe desire, where you want to go, but never the reality of the destination.

I used to have a fantasy you loved me. Then I had a fantasy some man could love me. Now I can't find any fantasy inside my head. I can't find anything.

For us there is little to say. After all, we know that death belongs to life, that it is unavoidable and comes when it wants.

Now I had no choice but to live in the broken world that my mind had forced upon me.

Feeling normal for any extended period of time raises hopes that turn out, almost invariably, to be writ on water.

Feeling normal for any extended period of time raises hopes that turn out, almost invariably, to be writ on water. I

Madness is easy to overdramatize and thereby underestimate; it is less easy to convey its capacity to erode identity, disfigure love, and violate trust. The real horror of madness is more subtle and corrosive than its caricature.

Pills cannot, do not, ease one back into reality; they only bring one back headlong, careening, and faster than can be endured at times. Psychotherapy is a sanctuary; it is a battleground; it is a place I have been psychotic, neurotic, elated, confused, and despairing beyond belief.

You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

It is well that war is so terrible: we should grow too fond of it.

I said to myself Dora, let me tell you a thing or two. There is no Santa Claus. You cannot always count on getting everything you want. And when you wake up that day and Santa has not laid out everything you dreamed of or he might have missed your house completely then you have to be brave and you can come to me and we can talk.

It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.

It's nonsense to believe people go on loving each other regardless of what happens.