Quotes About Reality

Other people's opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

Someone's opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

In the early days all I hoped was to make a living out of what I did best. But, since there's no real market for masturbation I had to fall back on my bass playing abilities.

And how do you know that you're mad? To begin with, said the Cat, a dog's not mad. You grant that? I suppose so, said Alice. Well then, the Cat went on, you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

Life, what is it but a dream?

I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.

Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

What a funny watch!' she remarked. 'It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!' 'Why should it?' muttered the Hatter. 'Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?' 'Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: 'but that's because it stays the same year for such a long time together.' 'Which is just the case with MINE,' said the Hatter.

So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.

The Red Queen shook her head. You may call it 'nonsense' if you like, she said, but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!

And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?

I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of that is—'Be what you would seem to be'—or, if you'd like it put more simply—'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

A dream is not reality but who's to say which is which?

To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.

I am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.-Cheshire Cat

We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. [...] You must be, or you wouldn't be here.

simply—Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no... Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction. Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him... Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too. Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people. Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally; starts to disappear] Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

If you think we're waxworks, he said, you ought to pay, you know.Waxworks weren't made to be looked at for nothing. Nohow! Contrariwise, added the one marked 'DEE', if you think we're alive, you ought to speak.

You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, 'Which way? Which way?', holding her hand on top of her head to feel which way it was growing; and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size. To be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?