Quotes About Reality

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.

You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone.

I stared down into those true-brown eyes and spoke the truth. "Because you are kind and fair and just, and those are lovely things to have in a king, but the world is not kind, or fair, or just.

The world was what it was. And no amount of anger, or hatred, or self-loathing, or stubborn blindness would change it.

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.

I was reminded that a hole in the ground is a hole in the ground whether it be a sithen or a grave.

The older I get the more I realize that ignorance may not be bliss, but sometimes it beats the alternative.

anyone who ever said love conquers all was a fucking liar. Love is a good place to start, but it's a start, not an end.

Some truths don't make you feel better. Some truths just hurt more." No one argued with him; we'd all been around violence and death too long to argue with something that true.

hay que ser gilipollas para creer que de ilusión también se vive. -Circo de los Malditos (Anita Blake, cazavampiros / 3. Hamilton, Laurell K.

Surprise! It actually felt pretty lousy to have a one-night stand, despite the fact that every so-called empowered friend and tattered waiting-room copy of Cosmo swore that no-strings-attached sex was nothing but fun, fun, fun.

It hurt to kill a dream, like tearing petals off a rose in full bloom.

Some things worked far better in imagination than reality. In imagination, she was intrepid and resourceful; in reality she wished she were home, wrapped in a quilt.

Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public.

Sleeping and waking—for him the states grew ever less distinct. Sleep gained in truth as waking lost the arrogance of certainty. Dreams, three-D and portentous, sported a logic no less satisfactory than that of what, by mere consensus, was called the real. Categories dissolved; things floated free of their names, and a kind of geriatric Buddhism became ever more unquestioned and serene.

Melek de deÄŸiliz; keÅŸke olsak, ama insanlara birer beden giydirilmiÅŸtir, ve bizleri hayal güçlerimiz yönetir - ne ÅŸenlikli bir ÅŸölen. ... Gözler daha zarif bir okÅŸama saÄŸlar ve düÅŸ gücümüz üzerinde sözler kadar kolay ifadelendirilemeyen bir ÅŸeyler b?rak?r,-ya da,-bazen,var olan? da yok ederler.

bence bu gezegen ötekilerin art?k ve k?rp?nt?lar?ndan imal edilmiÅŸ olmal?...

The motto from Epictetus means, It is not things themselves, but opinions concerning things, which disturb men.

Can you go cazy without knowing you're crazy?

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

I believe that you've created a metaphorical universe in which you can express your darkest fears. In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves, and sometimes we do such a good job, we lose track of reality.

I can't tell anymore when I'm asleep and when I'm awake, or which is worse.

First thought: It was a dream Second thought: No it wasn't Third thought: Crap

I can't believe we have to keep playacting until I graduate. It's a shame we can't just admit that we have failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.