Quotes About Reality

The late afternoon sun highlighted all her lines and wrinkles, making her look older than I thought of her as. Then again, she probably was in her early seventies by now, which somehow seemed so much older than one's late sixties.

So much of how we see the world is the matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.

thinking that so much of how we see the world is a matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and wanting and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.

She says that everyone creates a version of her life that she wishes were true and tries to believe.

That's bad art, you know. Copying reality without interpreting it." "Mmm. But illusion is not art. It can be a tool for art, but there is nothing of genuine creation in it.

It's a cheval, said Mick, huge eyed. ...A mindless, soulless, sexless shell, genderless as a baby doll, she said to me--at me--whoever she was talking to, it wasn't me. She didn't believe I existed.

I don't trust memory, anyway. Why should I? Memories, however undependable, ought to be the stuff on the sand when the tides of experience recedes. As long as they're part of that process, there's something valid about them, something that ties them to real life.

When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I'm in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn't real at all.

It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same. Before I didn't know to be mad that we can't open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it.

Are stories true? ... They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today. So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.

You're not afraid of monsters, are you?" It depends on the monster, if it's a real one or not and if it's where I am.

So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.

Not beautiful, not brilliant, no longer young.

In the year 1752 it was announced that the second of September would be followed by the fourteenth. The matter was merely one of wording, of course; time in its substance was not to undergo any change.

No sabía que las cosas pudieran estar vivas a medias. Aunque tampoco sabía que los retratos tuvieran vida dentro.

But if there's no heaven what remains?

It depends on the monster, if it's a real one or not and if it's where I am.

And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity.

Politicians promise you heaven before election and give you hell after

there are as many universes as there are individuals to form them through thinking.

We know the Truth; we do not judge by appearances. We know that we live in a mental world, and to know that is the key to life. If a child could be taught only one thing, it should be taught that this is a mental world. I would let all the other things go and teach him that.

Jack always had wonderful plans, though not many of them came to anything.

Sin haber sido un sueño tu vida es un campo perfecto para el estudio in situ de la irrealidad

experiencia poética como solución imaginaria al problema de la realidad, subyace la infraexperiencia del fracaso, la otra cara del «triunfo» que es, de por sí, el arte de la palabra.