Quotes About Reality

Maybe that was why she was helping Madeleine. She was a manipulative bitch, but Dess couldn't imagine living in any other reality than the one those manipulations had created. In a way, Dess owed the old mindcaster something. Like her life, such as it was.

If a tree falls and nobody's watching, then it doesn't make a sound

it had never occurred to him before now that people could see reality in completely different ways.

Don't worry, Aya-la," Tally said, firmly grasping her wrist. "You'll still be real, even with no hovercam watching.

If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.

But doesn't real love work the other way round?" Kiralee asked. "You start by thinking someone's fabulous, and by the end of the piece you realize he's a monster!

For me, writing's the only thing that's always real. I've never regretted a day I wrote a good scene, whatever else I screwed up that day. That's what's fucking real.

But doesn't real love work the other way round?"...... "You start by thinking someone's fabulous, and by the end of the piece you realize he's a monster!

She wondered if if there was anyone out there, really, or if David was just some story the Uglies made up to scare each other.

At Harvard I learned most uncomfortably that facts are facts. In Italy I learned that facts are the way you look at them.

When everything gets answered, it's fake.

One man's act of absurdity may be another's substitute for solace.

I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

I don't know your life history, but I think children need to believe in powers outside themselves. That's why they read books about witches and wizards and God knows what. There is a human need for that which childhood normally exhausts. But if a child's world is broken up by too much reality, that need goes underground.

All reality about me now appeared to be in tatters, taken down and reduced to the civil war of its particles. I held on very, very tight indeed. Because in addition to that feeling, that disintegration, there was rage. I wanted to break something.

Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.

Until we can navigate in time, I'm not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.

But I can hardly remember what it felt like. It's like everything that happens to you. It doesn't feel real.

Now I see my children and I know that they are figures in a lantern show, that their sense of permanence is an illusion, because all around us time is unstoppable.

All reality about me now appeared to be in tatters, taken down and reduced to the civil war of its particles. I held on very, very tight indeed.

What is the most real thing you can think of?"] Jacques thought for a long time before answering; he tried to weigh up what was most vital and enduring in all that he had known. Eventually, no longer smiling, he said, 'Memory'.

I wanted to have a make-believe world because I couldn't bear to live in the real one.

This is the war too, and you have to look straight at it, I told myself. You have to look straight at all of it or you have no business being here at all.

La realtà è sempre impresentabile; e l'arte esiste anche per questo scopo specifico, di renderla migliore e degna di essere raccontata.