reality

We see people and things not as they are, but as we are.

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it is _ you deal with it.

My eyes lingered on her naked body for several minutes. Was our relationship what she wanted? Was it satisfying for her? Was it what she dreamed of when she started falling in love with me? Did reality ever fulfill our dreams? Or do dreams just continually set us up for failure and disappointment?

The Anxiety of Sunday afternoon: your unlived lives and infinite possibility pressing upon the constraints of reality.

From dreams reality is born.

Oneness with God is not a dream, it is the only reality. Everything else is an illusion.

Temporary extreme fear while saying the truth is easy to overcome than the perpetual fear of the unspoken truth.

May you one day find the place where your dreams and reality collide.

No more lies and speeches of delusions out of the reality of our existence

There is no branch of mathematics, however abstract, which may not some day be applied to phenomena of the real world.

Reality is symbolicof an unseen insanity

I am certain that a novelist is someone who attributes a different reality-value to the characters and events of his story than to those of 'real' life. A novelist is someone who confuses his own life with that of his characters.

One in a million cases; such comforting odds, except when you were the one

the real is coherent and probable because it is real, and not real because it is coherent...

If there are infinite dimensions then there would be infinite alternate realities and if there are infinite alternate realities we would exist in almost all of them that would make all of us omnipresent...

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

Poor things, she thought - do they have to spend all this energy just to surround me? It seemed pitiful that these automatons should be created and wasted, never knowing more than a minor fragment of the pattern in which they were involved, to learn and follow through insensitively a tiny step in the great dance which was seen close up as the destruction of Natalie, and far off, as the end of the