Quotes About Reality

Our memories are not totally fact or completely fiction. They are a conglomeration of the thoughts that we put together to explain to ourselves who we are. Just like a beautiful flower garden will look totally different in daylight as opposed to dark, the memories of our past are held hostage by our perspective.

What smells good in the store may stink in the stewpot.

I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.

It was like being asleep when you were awake and awake when you were asleep. I'd pinch myself, figuratively speaking - I had to keep pinching myself. Then I'd wake up kind of in reverse; I'd go back to the nightmare I had to live in. And everything would be clear and reasonable.

When life attains a crisis, man's focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.

There is only one plot—things are not what they seem.

Judge a book for what it is...not what you want it to be

Castles made of sand fall in the sea eventually.

Reading was not an escape for her, any more than it is for me. It was an aspect of direct experience. She distinguished, of course, between the fictional world and the real one, in which she had to prepare dinners and so on. Still, for us, the fictional world was an extension of the real, and in no way a substitute for it, or refuge from it. Any more than sleeping is a substitute for waking." (Jincy Willett)

According to Hannah, real life just happens, whereas stories make sense. When you put real life in print, she says, you show it up for the pointless mess it really is.

It is my theory that what others don't see you've eaten doesn't count.

Life's not how we want it sometimes. It just is what it is. So do what you love and make the most of what it "is".

I'm lying in my room listening to the birds outside. I used to think they sang because they were happy. But then I learned on a nature show they're really showing off. Trying to lure in some other bird so they can mate with it. Or let the other birds know not to get too close to their turf. I wish I never watched that show, because now all I think about is what those pretty sounds mean. And how they're not pretty at all.

This isn't a nice story, and this isn't an easy story. But it is a story about fairies, so feel free to think of it as a fairy story. It's not like you'd believe it anyway.

In reality, while we aim for excellence, we're always living on somebody's dunghill.

I would rather have Sign of the Unicorn than all the boys in the valleys.

The thing with dying, well, with death really, is that there's a difference between being someone who knows they can really die at any time and someone who doesn't.

magic can make things happen before you do it. It can make things have happened.

There is no perfection in human things, only in the world of Forms.

Marx is like Plato, he has dreams that can't come true as long as people are people.

what's real within the story is real within the story

We are all inside her head and nowhere else, and of such stuff as dreams are made of. Once she's gone where will we be?

Ah, o tempo é o mágico de todas as traições... E os próprios olhos, de cada um de nós, padecem viciação de origem, defeitos com que cresceram e a que se afizeram mais e mais.

The devil doesn´t exit. That´s what I´d tell them if they asked me. The humanly human exists...the transit.