Quotes About Reality

lejanas. Y en esos sueños era más rica que en la realidad, porque las cosas que se ven quedan atrás, pero las que no se ven son eternas.

Evet ama keklerin, sen özellikle iyi olmalar?n? istediÄŸinde kötü olmak gibi korkunç bir yanlar? var, diyerek iç geçirdi Anne.

now another illusion has been stripped from my eyes and I feel as if there wasn't such a thing as real true friendship in the world.

Bayan Lynde geçen gün dünyan?n pek de matah bir yer olmad???n? söylüyordu. Ne zaman güzel bir ÅŸeyin olmas?n? dört gözle beklesen er ya da geç mutlaka haya k?r?kl??? yaÅŸars?n diyordu. Belki doÄŸrudur ama bunun iyi bir taraf? da var. Kötü ÅŸeyler de her zaman beklediÄŸin kadar kötü olmaz. Hemen hemen her seferinde çok daha iyi sonuçlan?r.

But after dark, Marilla, it's different. That is when ghosts walk." "There are no such things as ghosts, Anne.

There are some people to whom life will never be anything more than a kitchen garden; and there are others to whom it will always be a royal palace with domes and minarets of rainbow fancy.

Art?k anlamaya baÅŸlad?m, büyümenin en kötü taraf? bu. Çocukken çok istediÄŸin ÅŸeyler, onlara ulaÅŸt???n zaman o kadar da harika görünmüyor.

Perhaps after a while I'll get used to it, but I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.

Kusurlu dünyada her ÅŸeyin mükemmel olmas?n? bekleyemeyiz.

We could not really believe that Peter was going to die—to DIE. Old people died. Grown-up people died. Even children of whom we had heard died. But that one of US—of our merry little band— should die was unbelievable. We could not believe it. And yet the possibility struck us in the face like a blow. We sat on the mossy stones under the dark old evergreens and gave ourselves up to wretchedness. We all, even Dan, cried, except the Story Girl.

Did you really say it? Or did I imagine that you did? I think you'd better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can't distinguish between what is real and what isn't, said Marilla crossly.

But we can't have things perfect in this imperfect world, as Mrs. Lynde says. Mrs. Lynde isn't exactly a comforting person sometimes, but there's no doubt she says a great many very true things.

Mrs Lynde was complaining the other day that it wasn't much of a world. She said whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed… that nothing ever came up to your expectations. Well, perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either… they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

How horrible it is that people have to grow up!

To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!

To my mind's eye, my buried memories of Brandham Hall are like effects of chiaroscuro, patches of light and dark: it is only with effort that I see them in terms of colour. There are things I know, though I don't know how I know them, and things that I remember. Certain things are established in my mind as facts, but no picture attaches to them; on the other hand there are pictures unverified by any fact which recur obsessively, like the landscape of a dream.

That she lived a lie. That she wasn't the good girl everyone believed her to be, wanted her to be.

Den själarnas vackra maskerad som vi kallar kärlek... Där gyckelbilderna möts... Och tror att deras värld är upphöjd och skön!

No lies are more seductive than the ones we use to console ourselves.

He needed time to adjust to real life, where heroes and villains could not be told apart by their looks or their accents, where there were no last minute reversals of fortune.

How strange, I remember thinking, how utterly strange were the ways of the Castilians—just by saying that something was so, they believed that it was. I know now that these conquerors, like many others before them, and no doubt like others after, gave speeches not to voice the truth, but to create it.

Maybe there is no true story, only imagined stories, vague reflections of what we saw and what we heard, what we felt and what we thought.

I live in Hollywood where truth is a speech defect.

And then he thought, profoundly, how there was something grand about living in hope, but also something terribly unreal and incomplete about it, because when you were hoping, you were not doing or living or experiencing the Now