Quotes About Reality

The common sayings of the multitude are too true to be laughed at.

It was all horribly ironic that she felt like she would need to be insane to believe the proof that she had never been crazy.

We haven't accepted we can't really believe that the most characteristic product of our age of scientific miracles is junk, but that is so. And we still think and behave as though we face an unspoiled continent, with thousands of acres of living space for every man. We still sing "America the Beautiful" as though we had not created in it, by strenuous effort, at great expense, and with dauntless self-praise, an unprecedented ugliness.

Truth is one forever absolute, but opinion is truth filtered through the moods, the blood, the disposition of the spectator.

You can't hide poverty and love because they appear to people easily and fast.

He understood everything: He could keep his eyes open and the buffalo wouldn't appear, or close them and it would.

Nonviolence is an ideal propped up against the cultural reality of violence.

I'm afraid truth isn't the only thing that matters in law, Suzannah. And out in the real world, it doesn't matter at all.

Lesly: I don't think you're insane. Jackie-O: You don't? Lesly: No. Jackie-O: You don't think I'm an eensie weensie bit insane? Lesly: I don't think you're insane. I think you're just spoiled. Jackie-O: Oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth, I'm going to bed.

Call me jaded, but I didn't see then and I don't see now how hugging, and counting and focusing on a flickering candle or, God help me, a favorite stuffed animal, can possibly make you forget the nine pounds of wriggling human forcing its way out of you the same way it got into you nine months-and nine pounds-ago. As the scientific theory goes, what goes in must come out. Eventually. Somehow. And the coming-out part is never as much fun as the going in part.

We'll never have a true picture of reality; it just doesn't exist. But I'm real, and you're real, and those fiery balls of gas up there are real, and right now that's all I need to know.

As I get older I'm starting to sense that being a grown-up isn't nearly as much fun as children want to believe.

Things change. People change. You make some choices you can never take back...The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive...But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

In my daydreams I'm always much prettier (and smarter, funnier, and more popular). I also never fall into drainpipes.

I sigh. I wonder if practicing in my head counts. I can easily picture myself doing a perfect routine. Somehow it comes out differently once gravity gets involved.

Quantum physics tells us reality is actually not real at all. What we think of as solid matter turns out to be invisible waves of energy existing in a field of mathematical possibilities. Once you choose a direction, only then does it become real.

You built this place with your imagination, but you breathed life into it, and now it's as real as anyplace else. When you're ready, this is where you will come to focus your power. For now, it waits.

Batman cape does not enable user to fly.

In "The Decay of Lying" Oscar Wilde asserts that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.

Wir glauben, was wir glauben wollen. Wir glauben, was wir glauben müssen. Möglicherweise gibt es keinen Unterschied zwischen wollen und müssen. Ich weiß es nicht. Aber ich weiß, dass die Wahrheit sich uns einziehen kann, sie kann sich hinter unseren blinden Flecken verstecken, hinter unseren Vorurteilen, unseren hungrigen Herzen, die sich nach Ruhe sehnen. Doch sie ist immer da, wenn wir die Augen öffnen und versuchen, sie zu sehen. Wenn wir wirklich versuchen sie zu sehen.

People are crazy, he says. Havent you figured that out? No one is what they seem. And the older we get, the better we hide.

Creemos lo que queremos creer. Creemos lo que necesitamos creer. Quizá no haya diferencia entre querer y necesitar. No lo sé. Lo que sí sé es que la verdad se nos puede escapar, esconderse en nuestro punto ciego, en nuestras ideas preconcebidas, en nuestros corazones hambrientos que anhelan tranquilidad. Pero sigue estando ahí cuando abrimos los ojos y tratamos de verla. Si realmente intentamos verla

the fact that her children were so obviously living their own lives was bittersweet. Their independence was what you hoped for and worked toward, but the reality was you just weren't that critical anymore.

It was only later that she would remember that the truth did not always set you free. And that you had to be careful what you wished for, because you might actually get it.