Quotes About Reality

If it all just happened overnight, you would never learn to believe in what you cannot see...

I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

How hard it must be to keep fighting for a dream when that dream is probably a mirage.

I suppose there are two worlds-the small, protected one we carve out for ourselves, where we fret about a whole lot of nothing, and the other world, the real one, which comes knocking at the door, demanding to be let in and given a seat.

But when I asked Fred directly about the oft-misunderstood concept of self-esteem, he said, "Now self-esteem is certainly not brought about by people saying that a child has done something wonderful when that person doesn't believe it.

You're the optimist all the way through, pretending to be a pessimist on the inside, because you can act like it hurts less if you say you knew all along it was going to go down like that.

Anyone who says things like "Happy Ever After" as though that end to a love story is a given, is cooking up a right stinking cauldron of shite and trying to serve it as soup.

It was like when a midde-aged woman, happily married, found out that her favorite movie star was gay. It broke her heart just a litte to know that there wasn't even a chance in fantasyland for the two of them to ever touch.

Trav knew the real boy underneath, and he was three times as beautiful as the image.

Apparently some of the guys in gay-for-pay really were straight.

It's true we're all a little insane

as much as I like the past not to excist but it still does

Besides the alternate universe offered by a book, the quiet space of a museum was my favorite place to go. My mom said I was an escapist at heart . . . that I preferred imaginary worlds to the real one. It's true that I've always been able to yank myself out of this world and plunge myself into another.

Time is not a solid, linear thing, no matter how much man tries to pretend it is. Time has humored us, much like a parent does a child, bending this way and that, to make us think we have the upper hand, but make no mistake: we do not. There are levels and dimensions of time, unimaginable twists and nooks that our punny brains cannot even begin to understand.

Well, the heart always holds out hope that the mind knows may not likely be met.

Just because you admired someone didn't mean he was your soul mate.

Imagination, it turns out, is a great deal like reporting in your own head. Here is a paradox of fiction-writing. You are crafting something from nothing, which means, in one sense, that none of it is true. Yet in the writing, and perhaps in the reading, some of a character's actions or lines are truer than others.

Innocence may not be all it's cracked up to be.

You know, when there's a noise breaking into your sleep and you don't want to wake up, you can dream a long complicated dream that explains the whole noise away.

There are many versions of a story. Many sides and lenses that can distort, change, illuminate what is seen and unseen. What is heard and unheard. What is felt and unfelt. In the end, truth is but a facet of a diamond, a spark of ray from the sun, a forget-me-not flower seen from the eyes of a bee. What lives and breathes as reality is a perception, so who is to say what is possible and impossible?

Did you die last night only to be reborn with dawns light? Into this skin you wear. Eyes that can't see. Ears that can't hear. A mind that holds no truth. You died but forgot to leave. The past crawls into the present, birthing the future. Shell-shocked. Shell locked. And all the answers. On the inside. Your mind mirrors. A kaleidoscope. You inside you inside you.

Pero debe suponerse que, tal y como suelen terminar estas historias, fueron muy felices. Aunque la Princesa nunca más sería tan cándidad, ni el Príncipe tan Azul, ni los niños tan ignorantes e indefensos.

Los rumores, como los mitos, se parecen mucho a la niebla, que va extendiéndose de pueblo en pueblo y acaba medio borrando la realidad, aunque no su origen.

Os tempos modernos surgem justamente com esse questionamento sobre o real e o imaginário, essa desconfiança em relação a certezas que vinham sendo aceitas como verdades e que o espírito humano começava a desafiar.