Quotes About Reality

You can't save everyone, though God knows you try.

Do you believe in fairy tales?" "What...what kind of fairy tales?" "The kind you aren't supposed to waste your life on.

Rose once told me about this poem she'd read. There was this line, 'If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.' You know what I'm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won't know.

He tilted his head to the side, still watching me in that same, disconcerting way. "Some things are true, drunk or sober. You should know that. You deal in facts all the time." "Yeah, but this isn't—" I couldn't argue with him looking at me like that. "I have to go. Wait… you didn't take the cross." I held it out to him. He shook his head. "Keep it. I think I've got something else to help center my life.

One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.

It's easy to want peace and love in hypothetical situations—then reality sets in, and sometimes we have to do what's ugly.

Insane is such an ugly word, a voice in my head said. Think of it as obtaining a new look at reality.

The truth, huh? No one wants to hear the truth. The truth is never sexy. But you... You are too goddamned sexy to be real. -Christian to Lissa

She didn?t know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasn?t a dream—and dear God, did it feel real—there was no magic ?stop? in real life. If she couldn?t deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.

Is she for real?" He paused and reconsidered. "Are you for real? Spells? Magic? I mean, don't get me wrong. I drink blood and control people's minds. But I've never heard of anything like this.

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lisa. "I hear that from women a lot.

Love in the real world doesn't usually work out the way stories make us think it should. We don't always get fairy-tale endings. People split up and move on. Just because you love someone doesn't mean you can't love someone else." - Georgina to Brandy

I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage

ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.

Then don't criticize if you can't offer a solution," said Dorian. "It's easy to want peace and love in hypothetical situations - then reality sets in, and sometimes we have to do what's ugly.

Non dovresti essere immune al freddo, visto che vieni dalla Siberia?» "Non credo che la Siberia sia come la immagini." "Io la immagino come un deserto artico" risposi sincera. "Appunto, non è decisamente come la immagini.

Eh bien, je crois que si certaines personnes écrivent les histoires, d'autres les vivent.

He stared at me for several heavy seconds and then laughed—though there wasn't much humor in it. "You know what's great? You'reserious. Look at your face." He gestured, as though I actually could examine myself. "You really think it's that easy, that I can sit here and watch your happy ending. That I can watch you getting everything you want as you lead your charmed life.

But saying one thing before it happens and then actually having that thing happen are two different things.

No puedes salvar a todos, aunque Dios sabe que lo intentas.

She sighed loudly. "Oh, Adrian. This is just like the time you brought home a neighbor's puppy and seemed surprised when you found out you'd have to feed it every day." "Hey," I retorted. "We've fed this little guy plenty of times.

Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.