Quotes About Reality

I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters.

At times I am flabbergasted that my memory is considered false and my alcoholic father's memory is considered rational and sane. Am I not believed because I am a woman? If Peter Freyd were a man who lived in my neighborhood during my childhood instead of my father, would he and his wife be so believable? If not, what is it about his status as my father that makes him more credible?

How long does one accept apologies; until apologies become reality and reality becomes the truth.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

You asked a question about Martin Luther King.... All that stuff about "the dream" means nothing to the kids I know.... He died in vain. He was famous and he lived and gave his speeches and he died and now he's gone. But we're still here. Don't tell students in this school about "the dream." Go and look into a toilet here if you would like to know what life is like for students in this city. -a student at East St. Louis High School, 1990

Everyone things children are sweet as Necco Wafers, but I've lived long enough to know the truth: kids are rotten. The only difference between grown-ups and kids is that grown-ups go to jail for murder. Kids get away with it.

He gives me a knowing look. "Everything falls apart when you get old. Believe me, you don't want to know how many times I used to get up during the night to pee.

Romantic comedies are there to give us dreams and butterflies, but what we can create in our own lives could be not only better but real.

We aren't normal. This place isn't normal, and you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

Nothing is certain but death and taxes.

Sometimes you have an idea of a person — about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real." He looked at me like the act of doing so was painful and sweet. "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

Pretending something doesn't matter doesn't make it matter less.

I wasn't delusional. I wasn't dreaming. I was an heiress.

Sometimes you have an idea of a person — about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real." He looked at me like the act of soing so was painful and sweet. "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

Sometimes," Jameson Hawthorne said, sounding strangely contemplative, "things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

It's not a ridiculous idea." Sloane stood up. Her voice trembled. "You just can't see it. You don't understand it. But just because you don't understand something doesn't mean you get to ignore it. You can't just pretend the pattern doesn't exist and hope it goes away." -Sloane

from Tattoo- "Push-up Bra Barbie over there wanted to smack you around a little to wake you up

Did I want to talk about the fact that I'd disobeyed the pack? That Callum had betrayed me, over and over again; that every day, he'd let me go on believing one thing when reality was another? Did I want to talk about the fact that together, Callum and I had destroyed Ali's marriage, torn my family apart, and brought life to a screeching halt?

I told you, kid," Nash said beside me. "You're not a player. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

Sometimes, you have an idea of a person - about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea.

You love fairy tales, I know, but I can't be your happily-ever-after. We can't stay here in our little castle forever.

Sometimes I wonder if you remember things the way they really were.

Like all stories, it has pieces which are true, and pieces which are fiction. Nothing is ever really what it seems. Remember

But Tess always wondered—maybe people were better off with the watered-down version of life, life with blinders, filters, cars that ran and buildings that went up on time, simple, stupid, mindless jobs. Maybe they were happy.