Quotes About Reality

Numbers never lie, after all: they simply tell different stories depending on the math of the tellers.

We are all, I realise, even as I write this, merely moving closer to our deaths. At the end of this sentence I am closer to mine than I was at the beginning. It's relentless. It's a savage thing. And yet for a long time I've carried with me a sense of life opening out. Evidently it's some kind of protective illusion.

Nobody gets to pick what life gives them

Everybody dies; that's a fact. Sometimes it blindsides people. Sometimes people get a glimpse of the big picture and decide to cheat.

Think about this for a moment. Your self-image, your idea of who you are, is just that-an image. Does it really exist? If you are not your ego, then who are you?

Plus if there were really mermaids, I hoped they didn't look like Ariel.

The parents insisted on denial as a tactic. Not science denial exactly - they were liberals. It was more a denial of reality. A few had sent us to survival camps, where the fortunate learned to tie knots. Troubleshoot engines, even sterilize stagnant water without chemical filters. But most of them had a simple attitude: business as usual.

People must flatter their own eyes with their pathetic lives. The things I was saying followed logically the things that I had said before, yet bore no relation to what I was thinking and feeling.

Something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. Before that, it is something real.

Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.

i didn't know there were different lines of aliveness, and two worlds contained by each other.

once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.

What did I expect him to say--that he would leave his wife? To do so was the province of fiction. Real life was not as easy as that.

It doesn't have to be logical, it doesn't have to be love in the usual sense. It doesn't even have to be long lasting. Usually it isn't. But whatever it is, it is real and powerful while it lasts, and there's no point denying it.

If this is a dream, why aren't I young and handsome for you? You are young and handsome to me, she said huskily, and reached up to slip one hand around his neck. I like you just the way you are. I find you sexy just as you are. I want you just as your are.

Shattered Glass By Jerry Rosen

Este trist s? vezi când tân?rul îÈ™i pierde cele mai bune speranÈ›e È™i vise, când din faÈ›a lui se risipeÈ™te v?lul roz, prin care obiÈ™nuia s? priveasc? lucrurile È™i sentimentele oamenilor, chiar dac? r?mîne speranÈ›a c? va schimba vechile greÈ™eli cu altele noi, la fel de trec?toare È™i, de aceea, la fel de pl?cute...

The right fist rested on the pommel of his plain long sword, which, contrary to the fashion of the time, had no name. Cromis, whose lips were thin and bloodless, was more possessed by the essential qualities of things than by their names; concerned with the reality of Reality, rather than with the names men give it.

It's only music, though she said. Perhaps, Aschemann agreed. For the detective, he thought, nothing is ever only itself.

Viriconium is all the cities there have ever been.' Audsley King, Reminiscences

We waste our lives in half truths and nonsense. We waste them.

Life is difficult.

truth is reality

Mental Health is dedication to reality at all costs.