Quotes About Reality

She understood very clearly why people go mad. Sometimes it is the only way to survive the unbearable when all other flight has been cut off. When the body cannot remove itself and emotions cannot be deadened, then the mind simply refuses to accept reality.

How little one guessed of people when one saw them only in the single dimension of a few days or weeks; how they lacked all the substance of the past. They seemed almost flat, like cardboard, with all the depth gone.

Remember, my dear, you are dealing with the world as it is, not as you believe, maybe rightly, that it ought to be.

Remember, my dear, you are dealing with the world as it is, not as you believe, maybe rightly, that it ought to be. There will be a great many things you can achieve not by attacking them but with a little patience and a modicum of flattery. Stop to consider what it is you really want, rather than pursuing your anger or your vanity to charge in. So often we leap to passionate judgments—when if we but knew the one thing more, they would be so different.

Some people cannot think themselves into anyone else's pain. If they don't feel it themselves, then it isn't real.

Occasionally, on the battlefield where death was a reality, she had won. But once back in England, making such arguments was like trying to write in the sand; the weight and complexities of the hierarchy of power erased her efforts like an incoming tide.

Detection is not just an exercise of the mind, you know. People are real, and love and hate are dangerous.

Dai Tregarron had called her Olwen, had spoken to her as if she were a creature capable of escape from the commonplace, not the pedestrian, middle-aged woman everyone else saw, incapable of imagination, even less of passion. He had seen who she wanted to be and given the dream a moment's life.

Have you ever seen a battlefield?" Monk asked him. "I have, once. I've never known such horror in my life, but Hester knew what to do. Forget your preconceptions, Rathbone; this will be reality.

Because I don't believe in monsters," she said frankly. "Evil men, certainly, and madness, but not monsters.

Once I used to imagine that those in power were different, but most of them aren't," she went on. "No one likes to admit that their own people can be as greedy and cruel as any foreigners. We perform all kinds of contortions of the mind to make a reason why it isn't really the way it looks, but we only fool the people who want to be fooled.

she had fought hotly against injustice, vanity, and blind, towering stupidity. Occasionally, on the battlefield where death was a reality, she had won. But once back in England, making such arguments was like trying to write in the sand; the weight and complexities of the hierarchy of power erased her efforts like an incoming tide. For

But do not confuse romance with love. I know how to love." She stood up. "I fear your romance is largely an indulgence, and indulgence is selfishness and has to be paid for.

When it came down to reality, what mattered except the lives of those you loved? All that was precious was made up of passions and of love, of belief in a purpose beyond the habits of living from day to day. The

They're empty, insecure alone; they only feel real when other people listen to them and take notice.

What was presumed and what was actually known were two entirely different things.

It is not necessarily what is but what is perceived that society will judge.

I like the people. They have imagination to take them out of the commonplace, to forget the defeats of reality and feed on the triumphs of dreams.

Money is largely a fiction, a piece of paper that represents real assets, or the trust that assets exist. Take away this trust and it is worth nothing.

One can wrap the truth in palatable euphemisms for only so long, then it chokes in the throat and the lies suffocate. One ends in hating those who force the deceit by their expectancy, their fear, their cowardice, their sheer lack of understanding of the reality of pain and loss.

Yes, it was. More horrible than I ever want to think of again. But looking away doesn't solve anything

The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.

When you find out there is no ultimate good and evil in which you can place your faith, the world does not fall apart at the seams. It simply means that every decision is more difficult, more critical, because you are creating the good and evil yourself and they are very real.

It was haunted; but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory.