Quotes About Reality

At times, I found myself questioning his very existence, even though I knew I had, in fact, spotted him, with my own eyes.

Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.

I'd just never really taken the time to picture it. It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-Mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

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. Otherwise, how could I have all these things and still be so close to my own Best After Ever?

They do exist. You just have to believe me.

the truth is, nothing is guaranteed.

Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

Interesting, I thought, how quickly history becomes stories rather than reality; one step already from the truth.

qué parte de lo que quieres se puede conseguir sin alterar las leyes del espacio-tiempo?

All paradises fail. —Constance Waverly

Somebody out of touch with reality, when she jumped she probably thought she'd fly.

We like stories that are false and seem true (realist novels), that are true and seem false (true crime), that are false and seem false (dragons and superheroes), or that are true and seem true, but it's harder to agree on what that is.

How much of what they loved in her was real, and how much was fashioned from what they envisioned her to be?

Of course I wondered if I was dreaming, but it seemed so real.

There were times when it felt as though my children were annihilating me (truly you have not lived until you have changed one baby's diaper while another baby quietly vomits on your shin) and finally I came to the thought: all right, then, annihilate me, that other self was a fiction anyhow.

A suspicion that lightness is not deeply serious (but instead whimsical) pervades aesthetic discourse. But what if lightness is a philosophical choice to temper reality with strangeness, to temper the intellect with emotion, and to temper emotion with humor.

Not everything needs to be a powerful statement about character or society or whatever. Sometimes, things are the way they are and nothing more.

If I looked in the mirror someday and saw no dark circles under my eyes, I would probably look better. I just wouldn't look like me.

and thus ever works the pallid academic mind, denying the real, exalting the fictitious and the false, incapable of adjusting itself to the flow of living things, to the reality and the pathos of man's follies, to the valiant hope that ever causes him to aspire, and again to aspire; that never lifts a hand in aid because it cannot . . . when what the world needs is courage, common sense and human sympathy, and a moral standard that is plain, valid and livable.

There is a jarring disconnect between what I want my real-life intelligence officers to be doing versus what I want my fake TV intelligence officers to be doing.

Idealists are the cruelest monsters of them all.

If truth was a crayon and I had to name it, I would call it dinosaur skin.

Sometimes people lie because the truth is too hard to admit.

I have to stop being young. I have to get jaded. I have to be cynical. I have to stop speaking. I have to be invisible. He likes things that don't really exist.