Quotes About Reality

Everyone lives in two worlds, right? There's the physical world . . . but there's also our own private inner worlds, the world of our thoughts. A world made of ideas instead of stuff. It's just as real as our world, but it's inside.

Falling in love in high school is like thinking you can fly a 747 because you know how to fly a kite.

I have known others who could use totems of their own to turn reality inside out. To reshape it like the soft clay it is. There was Craddock McDermott, who claimed that his spirit existed in a favorite suit of his.

Snuffleupagus was real. No

E se ter um porto seguro perfeito com o qual sonhar acordado é bom para elas, o que tem de errado nisso?

You knew what was real not by its qualities but by its imperfections.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love

The thing I'm hung up on is the idea of seeing something real. I don't think most people feel half the things they pretend to feel.

If Ig hated Merrin now, it was only because he had discovered she was a real person, with failings and needs and desire to live in the world, not in Ig's daydreams. That she loved him enough to let him go, and he had to be willing to do the same, that if you loved someone, you could set them free, and - fuck, that was a Sting song.

Mostly the real world s-s-s-suh-sucks. But everyone also lives in the world inside their own head. An inscape, a world of thought. In a world made of thought—in an inscape—every idea is a fact. Emotions are as real as gravity. Dreams are as powerful as history. Creative people, like writers, and Henry Rollins, spend a lot of their time hanging out in their thoughtworld.

He had heard it the way he wanted to hear it. He had known what he had wanted to know. Maybe it was always that way for almost everyone.

I want that on my gravestone. Snuffleupagus was real. No more. Just that.

For all we know, we might've already slipped into the future without noticing it.

That's what poetic speech is for--for the things that are true but don't make sense.

Max almost needed it to be true, for vampires to be real, because the other possibility- that their father was, and always had been, in the grip of a psychotic fantasy- was too awful, too overwhelming.

Life was a good dream, but now I'm awake. Only demons cling to life after their time is up.

What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

Maybe it was better to just go on believing everything was OK, even when really bad things were just about to happen.

But visualization is one thing. Being brutally honest means expecting bad shots. Because the reality is you will hit a lot of bad shots. The secret is to move on from those bad shots, and the way to do that is to be ready for them.

If you have read 6,000 books in your lifetime, or even 600, it's probably because at some level you find 'reality' a bit of a disappointment.

books, ingeniously coupled with music and alcohol, enabled the Irish to transcend reality.

Sometimes he felt as if he had stepped into an alternate universe where the old laws of nature and what was right and wrong did not apply.

Just a year ago I kept thinking this ain't fair, the way things have turned out for me. Then it come to me clean as spring rain. Life is just what it is, and it ain't fair at all." "Can't we make it fair?" "You can try, but all that other unfairness keeps seeping in.