Quotes About Reality

The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.

I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe and sweat and thirst and sometimes cry.

You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams

Because people don't believe it unless it happens to them.

If only we would wake from (these) states of oblivion with some certain sense that there was no mystery to life at all, that cruelty was purely impersonal, but we don't.

To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.

Yes, something about the fabric of life ripping for a moment so you glimpsed things you shouldn't have seen.

There is no normal life. There is only life.

You painted armless beings, swimming in blinding color, and they had to exist like that forever. Could they see you with all those tiny, scattered eyes? Or did they only see the heaven and hell of their own shining realm, anchored to the studs in the wall by a piece of twisted wire?

I don't think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.

People played with fact and fancy. Waitresses wrote novels at night that would make them famous. Laborers fell in love with naked movie queens in rented cassette films. The rich wore paper jewelry, and the poor bought tiny diamonds. And princesses sallied forth onto the Champs Elysées in carefully faded rags.

Because if it's really true that there's no order, then anything can happen to us. Anything at all. There's no real natural law, no right and wrong that's immutable, and the world is suddenly a savage place where any number of things can go wrong.

you think anything is possible. But that isn't so. The world closes tight around this miracle soon enough; and you don't hope for other miracles.

O se trataba también de un sueño en una vida donde el sueño y la realidad están tan íntimamente ligados que inevitablemente uno acaba por triunfar sobre la otra?

So that's how we go on acting dramas in our theater of the mind even when we don't believe anymore in the audience or the director or the play.

I guess we don't know what's real or unreal,' she had said without meaning to. 'You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous.

be careful what you wish for; your wish might come true.

The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

In the story of the prince and the frog, there's always a frog. This story ... it has no frog.

There is no heaven. There is no hell. There is no above or below. If there is a realm beyond this one, it is no more beautiful, no more significant, no more full of truth, than ours here on earth.

I had slain all sense of time.

Things don't really go in a straight line the way living people think. Everything is always happening all the time.