Quotes About Reality

The truth may be inconvenient, but it's better than anything else.

People believe what they want to believe. They see no evil because they don't want to. But evil is out there.

You're Insane-Molly You know what they say. It's the ones who are sure they are sane that aren't. -Holt

She's found, after all, that if you force yourself not to think of things, they lose their power; they shift from reality to mirage, from true to almost imaginary. And

The rest of them never considered time, how it moves both so quickly and so slowly that it's always just beyond your grasp.

Sometimes—many times—both in life and in marriage, you hope for the sunset overlooking the ocean off a deserted beach in the Mayan Riviera, but what you get is a drive to physical therapy. That's okay. Maybe it's actually how it should be.

Love isn't poison. It won't kill you. It's natural, it's complicated, it's crazy-making, but it's a fact of life.

Despite popular belief, hitting someone with a closed fist actually hurts the hitter almost as much as the hittee.

I thought the morning would bring change. But I should have known that it doesn't take that long for change to happen - it takes a second. A moment. In a single breath, reality as you know it can simply fall away.

Don't let the glitter fool you." She wiggles her shiny nails in the air, then taps her temple. "I'm up here" "I see that," I say as Noah whispers a very soft, "I love you." "What?" Megan asks. "Nothing," Noah says, then pulls back and walks to the other side of the desk.

I know not all people with scars are evil," I snap. "I'm not living in a cartoon.

Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.

I felt Mr. Smith's pop bottle in my hand, and for a second I couldn't remember why I would be carrying such a thing. I know. I'm almost ashamed of it now—the fact that ten seconds with a boy had driven my mission from my mind. But I did look at it, and I did remember who I was—why I was there—and I knew it was time to forget about boys and trash cans and cats named Suzie; I remembered what was real and what was legend.

Lies aren't just the things we tell -- they're the lives we lead.

You think you're cute," she told him. "You think you're gorgeous. But I'm the one guy here who knows better.

if all things were equal, would he still like me then? But I would never know, because things would never be equal. DeeDee would always be flesh and blood to him, and I'd always be a legend.

They tried to make you forget - to tell you you were seeing things, misremembering things. But you have always known.

Don't believe everything you read. It's very difficult to be accepting of our own bodies. This topic deserves it's own book, but since I'm not qualified to write it, I won't. Instead I'll just say this: The pictures staring out at you from the supermarket checkout stands, the images we are all supposed to aspire to? They lie

That's how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

Yet this is not a novel. It is a faithful transcription of my memories, some of them hazy, others riddled with holes left by the passage of the years, others patched up by time and the filters of experience and distance, and still others, no doubt, completely invented by the stubborn narrator we all have within us, who wants things to be the way they sound best to us now, and not the way they were.

pequeño, y pobre, y atrasado, donde no se cumplen las leyes físicas, donde la aritmética es opinable, moldeable como la plastilina, donde se divide entre todos el mérito de unos pocos y la responsabilidad de unos pocos se multiplica por todos para que nadie tenga nunca ningún mérito ni responsabilidad alguna, porque las cosas pasan solas, como por arte de magia o porque no les queda más remedio que pasar.

Hay mucha gente que no es feliz nunca en su vida

sabía que no era exactamente así, aquello no era verdad, pero la verdad también desaparecía, y yo seguía pensando lo mismo, y era agradable, me sentía alguien, segura, en momentos como ése, era curioso...

Todo es mentira, y donde no existe la verdad, no puede existir la libertad".