Quotes About Reality

Of course it hurts, she grumbled, tipping my head further back. Life sucks. Get over it

The thing is, you can't always have the best of everything. Because for a life to be real, you need it all: good and bad, beach and concrete, the familiar and the unknown, big talkers and small towns.

Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't under­stand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

Welcome to adulthood, she said. It sucks as much as high school.

It's not always so simple, Haven. Sometimes there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.

He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt.

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined

Life isn't fair, Owen told her. Get used to it.

It's harder that in looks, I told him when I finally got back in the car. Most things are

Happy, normal lives going on in happy, normal ways, in a works that was anything but. Once you realize this, experienced something that made it crystal clear, you couldn't forget it. Like a face. Or a name. However you learn that truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour.

Again, it occurred to me how weird it was to be permanent in a place that to everyone else was only temporary. Like I could never be sure if they were the ones who weren't real, or if I was.

That sucks, though, Wes said finally, his voice low. You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect. Says who? He just looked at me. The world, he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway? I don't want everything to be perfect, I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. I just want—

If you were dead, Owen told her, you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn"t.

Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really about...I wished it would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, that was this: it was happening. Right then...and every moment afterwards.

Happy, normal lives going on in happy, normal ways, in a world that was anything but. Once you realized this, experienced something that made it crystal clear, you couldn't forget it. Like a face. Or a name. However you first learn that truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

Anyway, it was unrealistic to expect to be constantly in the happiest place. In real life, you're lucky just to be always somewhere nearby.

My dreams were dull as my everyday life.

But you take what you get in this world. What else can you do?