Quotes About Reality

a budget was like a newspaper gossip column: most of it could be fiction, because no one ever knew the truth.

Você acha que a história é verdadeira? Ela o fitou, com interesse, e ele se perdeu naqueles lindos olhos escuros. - Não sei - respondeu. - Sempre fico pensando se as histórias são verdadeiras ou não. A maioria das pessoas não liga, simplesmente gosta delas.

Dac? oamenii spun un lucru, asta nu înseamn? c? e È™i adev?rat.

You want a grand passion, a lifelong romance, but those exist only in poems," Genevieve said. "In real life we women settle for what we can get.

Sylvie appeared startled by that thought. Perhaps she had not imagined that children might bring pain as well as joy.

On ne tombe pas forcément amoureux de la personne qui vous conviendrait le mieux.

Few of them had a father like Billy's da to tell them that the world depicted by their schoolteachers was a fantasy. But

Newspapers are supposed to tell the truth!"Woody said, his voice rising with furious indignation. "They can't just make up lies!""Yes, they can,"she said. "But it's not fair!""Welcome to the real world,"said his mother.

lot of them say it couldn't happen here, but they're wrong.

Like a cartoon world, where the figures are flat and outlined in black, jerking through some kind of goofy story that might be real funny if it weren't for the cartoon figures being real guys...

But if the strength ain't real, I recall thinking the very last thing that day, before I finally passed out, then the weakness sure enough is. Weakness is true and real. I used to accuse the kid of faking his weakness. But faking proves the weakness is real. Or you wouldn't be so weak as to fake it. No, you can't ever fake being weak. You can only fake being strong. . .

It's the truth, even if it didn't happen... ...if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.

I'd see him do things that didn't fit with his face or hands, things like painting a picture at OT with real paints on a blank paper with no lines or numbers anywhere on it to tell him where to paint, or like writing letters to somebody in a beautiful flowing hand. How could a man who looked like him paint pictures or write letters to people, or be upset and worried like I saw him once when he got a letter back?

you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

I was actually going out of the hospital with two whores on a fishing boat; I had to keep saying it over and over to myself to believe it.

Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier.

It's the truth. Even if it didn't happen.

Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are not tied neatly with a red bow. Truth doesn't run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth. And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface.

But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

My friend, that, as anyone can see, is not a hotel; it's a depot.

Ez nem én vagyok. Ez nem lehet énnekem az arcom. Az se én voltam, aki ezt az arcot elÅ'ször fölpróbáltam. Se akkor, se most – csak amit az emberek kinéznek belÅ'lem, úgy nézek ki. Mintha kinézetre sose lettem volna én.

Besides, there are some things that can't be the truth even if they did happen.

Now I don't know what I love any more. I don't know where the thing I make-pretend leaves off and the thing that's really there starts up.