Quotes About Reality

I never promised you a rose garden.  I never promised you perfect justice…and I never promised you peace or happiness... I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie…

He sat in another season - spring time, maybe - beneath a separate sun whose rays ended at the periphery of her eyesight, her reality.

Sometimes the world is so much sicker than the inmates of its institutions.

to experience the reality was to suffer a boredom as endless as the illness itself...the boredom of insanity was a great desert, so great that anyone's violence or agony seemed an oasis, and the brief companionship seemed like a rain in the desert that was numbered and counted and remembered long after it was gone.

The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie... and a bore, too!

I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice [...] and I never promised you peace or happiness. My help is so that you can be free to fight for all of those things. The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose garden world of perfection is a lie... and a bore, too!

And what does that signify to you?" he said, perhaps forgetting that if she could speak truly to the world, she would not be a mental patient.

Para mentiras las de la realidad promete todo pero nada te da, yo nunca de mentí más que por verte reir. Menos piadosas que las del corazón son las mentiras de la diosa razón, yo solo te conté media verdad al revés (que no es igual que media mentira). Mejor que yo miente la necesidad; sabe de sobra como hacerte llorar; mi crimen fue vestir de azul al príncipe gris.

Es mentira que nunca te he mentido, es mentira que no te mienta más; es mentira que un bulo repetido merezca ser verdad.

Repito que… es mentira el cristal con que me miras; es mentira que dude de dudar; es mentira que más de cien mentiras no digan la verdad.

Pídele cuentas a la pura verdad que no se pringa, que no tiene piedad; yo sólo me colgué medallas que no gané.

Everything comes to an end, reader. It is an old truism to which may be added that not everything that lasts, lasts for long. This latter part is not readily admitted; on the contrary the idea that an air castle lasts longer than the very air of which it is made is hard to get out of a person's head, and this is fortunate, otherwise the custom of making those almost eternal constructions might be lost.

It was funny how you could go somewhere and your whole life could stretch out and then you could come home and have it all shrink back to the way it was before. It was funny that it didn't stay stretched.

No one wants to disappear. Words made things real, and they last so much longer than we do. So, for the record, here are the things I want to be real. And I hope that words are enough to make them that way

Manatees are real, mermaids aren't. Rhinoceroses exist and sea monsters don't. There are no more sea serpents guarding deadly whirlpools. There are pirates, yes, but there is nothing romantic about them. The rest is all stories, and stories have been put in their place.

No one wants to disappear. Words pin things down and make them real, and they last so much longer than we do.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

A mathematical formula for happiness:Reality divided by Expectations.There were two ways to be happy:improve your reality or lower your expectations.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

Maybe illusion and artifice—lies, even—are a necessary part of romance.

The issues that preoccupy bicycle advocates in the West—bike commuting as a planning priority and "lifestyle choice"—have little connection to the reality of the hundreds of millions for whom cycling is simply a necessity, the only viable and affordable means of travel.

How do you explain a zen parable, how explain a mind-bendingly unconventional but logistically correct view of 'reality' in a story? I just try everything I can think up and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't

Proof is boring. Proof is tiresome. Proof is an irrelevance. People would far rather be handed an easy lie than search for a difficult truth, especially if it suits their own purposes.