Quotes About Reality

The truth may well turn out to be stranger than we think," says Simon. "It may be that much of what we are accustomed to describe as evil, and evil freely chosen, is instead an illness due to some lesion of the nervous system, and that the Devil himself is simply a malformation of the cerebrum.

I have to be more careful about my memories, I have to be sure they're my own and not the memories of other people telling me what I felt, how I acted, what I said: if the events are wrong the feelings I remember about them will be wrong too, I'll start inventing them and there will be no way of correcting it, the ones who could help are gone.

Por que achei que apesar de tudo as coisas correriam normalmente? Acho que porque já estávamos ouvindo notícias como aquelas há muito tempo. Você não acredita que o céu está caindo até que um pedaço dele caia em cima de você.

If it's only a story, it becomes less frightening. The

Why do you want to talk about ugly things? she said. ... We should think only beautiful things, as much as we can. There is so much beautiful in the world if you look around. You are looking only at the dirt under your feet, Jimmy. It's not good for you. She would never tell him. Why did this drive him so crazy? It wasn't real sex was it? he asked. In the movies. It was only acting. Wasn't it? But Jimmy, you should know. All sex is real.

It's astonishing how folks can get so worked up over something that doesn't exist.

These kids could hardly burp without some adult pointing a camera at them and telling them to do it again—as if they lived their lives twice, once in reality and the second time for the photo.

I collected enough fragments of the past to make a reconstruction of it, which must have borne as much relation to the real thing as a mosaic portrait would to the original.

But that's where I am, there's no escaping it. Time's a trap, I'm caught in it. I must forget about my secret name and all ways back. My name is Offred now, and here is where I live.

did I think it would nonetheless be business as usual? Because we'd been hearing these things for so long, I suppose. You don't believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.

Gök gürültüsü iyidir, etkileyicidir ama as?l iÅŸ gören ÅŸimÅŸektir Mark Twain

Before Octavia was born, I used to think that love bore some relation to merit and to beauty, but now I saw that this was not so.

Joy is irrational and takes hard work and does not always deliver a happily ever after.

We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in which we can see one another. Perhaps the gods are above this, but in their mercy, they have given us the guise of bodies.

Our minds see things that our eyes cannot. I suppose something continues to exist until the mind that sees it no longer exists.

There are two kinds of tales: one accurate but not true, the other true but not accurate.

Indeed, there seems to be some evidence not only that all love is based on illusion — but that love positively requires illusion in order to endure.

She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile.

What's broken is broken—and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I'm too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.

I can't make you understand because you don't know the meaning of fear. You have the heart of a lion and an utter lack of imagination and I envy you both of those qualities. You'll never mind facing realities and you'll never want to escape from them as I do.

She [Melanie] is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality.

It's a curse - this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.

For Ashley was born of a line of men who used their leisure for thinking, not doing, for spinning brightly colored dreams that had in them no touch of reality... He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened. He accepted the universe and his place in it for what they were and, shrugging, turned to his music and books and his better world.

He never really existed at all, except in my imagination, she thought wearily. I loved something that I made up...I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn't see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothes-and not him at all.