Quotes About Reality

We also knew that it was in the nature of an empty stomach to produce illusions of grandeur.

I wonder...if a life lived only in the mind is any less intense? If all the senses are engaged what is lost, but fact?

Instead of relishing life, people merely existed. Such was the case with my family.

It didn't feel like my world. It felt more like a dream. Something temporary.

The biggest danger, that of losing oneself, can pass off in the world as quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. is bound to be noticed.

What is truth but to live for an idea?

Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

Even a superhero needs a place to be normal.

I'd given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Newt had said I loved Ivy more than the church. I wasn't going to deny it, but there were all kinds of love, and how shallow would I be if my anchor to reality was a hunk of real estate? It was the people who were there that made it mean something.

I was standing in a line, balanced between reality and the ever-after. I could go either way. I wasn't his yet. "One day a week," I said, knees wobbling. "I give you Newt's mark, you give me my name," Al said, then wiggled his fingers as if he needed me to take them to finish the deal. I reached for it, and at the last moment, Al's glove melted away, and I found myself gripping his hand.

It wasn't that the dark side was stronger, but that everything was the dark side. All magic was inherently wrong, and it was only us fooling ourselves that some of it was good, some of it was bad. Magic…just was.

Every time you disturb reality, nature has to balance it out. The black on your soul isn't evil, it's a promise to make up for what you have done. It's a mark, not a death sentence. And you can get rid of it given time.

Tengo que hacer la pregunta adecuada?-pregunté. Él negó con la cabeza. -No existe ninguna pregunta. Lo único que cuenta es lo que ves con tus propios ojos.

The ever-after is like a drop of time that got knocked out, sitting alone by itself with no past behind it to push it forward and no future to pull it along. It's hanging to us by the ley lines, sort of. Your circles aren't made up of differing realities, they're made up of the stretchy stuff that's holding us and the ever-after together, keeping the ever-after from vanishing like it should.

Harsh and savage. Survival. It was never beautiful, except for its pure honesty.

The dangerous reality of the Hollows remains carefully hidden. We know if we color too far out of humanity's self-imposed lines, old fears will resurface and they will strike out at us.

When you discover that you are living in a fantasy that cannot endure, a fantasy that will destroy your world, and your children, what do you do? People said things like, Fuck it, or Fuck the future. They said things like, The day is warm, or This meal is excellent, or Let's go to the lake and swim.

Ideology, n. An imaginary relationship to a real situation.

Because history is the soap opera that hurts, the kabuki with real knives.

This was perhaps the evolutionary usefulness of the elderly, Bao had concluded: to give the young some kind of psychic shield from reality, putting them under a description which allowed them to ignore the fact that age and death would come to them too, and could come early and out of sequence.

Fuck Margaret Thatcher, I said when I could catch my breath. And I say it again now: fuck Margaret Thatcher, and fuck every idiot who thinks that way. I can take them all to a place where they will eat those words or die of thirst. Because when the taps run dry, society becomes very real.

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real.