Quotes About Reality

Happiness is there when expectations meet the reality.

Live in your dream and then make it your reality.

Our happiness or misery depends upon our perception, not on the situation.

The beauty of hope is that it often become a reality.

The beauty of life is in our dream. When our actions transform our dream to a reality, we become a success.

There is no hell; there is no heaven. In your mind, they are your own creation.

Truth is so rare. I wonder why it is and where you are?

What you see with your eyes are transient and ephemeral, what you see through your heart is everlasting and eternal.

Tragedy admires man. Comedy feels a bit sorry for him.' We think we are kings or queens, masters of the universe or at least our own destiny. We forget that a foot may crush us, or that the wind may knock us down. We are not in control. We are subject to gas and sloughing skin and dirty pores. Most of our joints will eventually fail us. We have big brains which we can imagine great things, but we can't really get off the ground. It's like we have wings but we can't fly.

It is only when we have the courage to face things exactly as they are, without any self-deception or illusion, that a light will develop out of events, by which the path to success may be recognized.

Think of denial as an acronym for Don't Even Notice I Am Lying

People are willing to believe the easy, boring answer because they're afraid to dream big and hope that the truth could actually be as exciting as they imagine.

He spoke!" Ivan said, eyes wide. "The dog talked! Oh my god." "An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog?" Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. "Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.

Some things were only possible in fairy tales. And not the kind of fairy tales that Baba Yagas featured in; those tended not to have happy endings.

Curiously, anatomical reality in art was apparently a horrifying concept to the same men and women who lined up to see bodies at the morgue.

I didn't create this world," she said to herself. "I only have to live in it.

You? Common sense?" Asif laughed.

We did not yet entirely understand that Mother, as imagined and politicized by the Societal System, was a delusion. The world loved the delusion more than it loved the mother.

The house with the pomegranate tree was my major acquisition. In this sense, I owned some unreal estate. The odd thing was that every time I tried to see myself inside this grand old house, I felt sad. It was as if the search for home was the point, and now that I had acquired it and the chase was over, there were no more branches to put in the fire.

She wanted to escape from a reality that was so rational it was a little bit mad.

And what's the difference, after all, between real and unreal when people react precisely the same way to either?

Fantasies really ought to stay fantasies-reality only ruins them

Going to church will not get you the black man you seek and it never will. Page 98

From what Natalie could observe, by middle age, every person's life had rolled some distance downhill, even if it was a very gentle slope, coming to rest at a place of disappointment. Some spheres of an individual's life might have gone spectacularly well but there would always be an obstinate slab of disappointment in another department - a stalled career, inability to have kids, a dismal marriage, whatever.