Quotes About Reality

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Reality revived. She frowned and gazed ahead, feeling numb still after all these months, yet unable to believe it was true, wanting to lift her face to the leaden clouds and shriek and scream that it wasn't, that it could not be, that she would not allow it. That so much love and life could not just… vanish, into nothing, as if it had never been. That they must be alive and snug and happy somewhere, waiting for her.

There are, of course, an infinite number of places where one is not, yet only one place where one actually is.

Besides, what is the whole truth and nothing but the truth? The truth is not a finite commodity that can be contained within identifiable borders. The truth is messy, riotous, overrunning everything. You can never know the whole truth of anything. And if you could, you would wish you didn't.

Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

I have found that people never love the way they say they do. They can't. They are just people. Full of lies and sentiment and fear.

We're meant to read the lives of important people as if they never bothered with breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or took a coffee break, or stopped for a hot dog on the street, or wandered downstairs for a few spoonfuls of chocolate pudding in the middle of the night.

Life's a bitch," I said. "And then you die," Larry finished for me.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

I loved him, but love isn't enough. All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they're all lies. Love does not conquer all.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

Pretend I asked, now answer the question...

That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

but there were no faerie godmothers. There were only mothers and grandmothers, and there was no magic wand to wave over a person's heart and make it all better. The fairy tales lied. ...Fucking Brothers Grimm.

When I was younger, I'd wanted someone to promise me that things would work out and nothing bad would ever happen again. But I understood now that that was a child's wish. No one could promise that. No one. The grown-ups could try, but they couldn't promise, not and mean it.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

The truth is so often disappointing, or ugly; don't you find that, ma petite ?

I didn't believe in happily-ever-after, but I did believe in happier-than-we'd-ever-been, because I was living it.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them.

A hundred years later and someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that it's not heaven you're offering them, it's hell.