reality

Where does fiction end and reality begin?

True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.

But you knoe, she's right. Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.

Reality depends a great deal upon one believing what he sees__r seeing what he believes. Either way.

That was your delusion, not my reality.

When love speaks it is about us or we. When ego speaks it is about I or me.

Well, on some level, it__ similar to the psychological phenomenon of helplessness, where the will to try is lost. You get to the point where you just assume that your spontaneous call to a friend will go to voicemail or an assistant, and you decide not to bother.

If you can dispense with reputation, then you are free from care. Reputation is only a visitor, but reality is here to stay.

Reality offers us such wealth that we must cut some of it out on the spot, simplify. The question is, do we always cut out what we should? ­

You can sleep in a forest and have a nice dream. But when you wake up, you will have a much better dream: The Magnificent Reality!

The grass is not only greener on the side you water but also on the side you prevent preys from feeding on. Learn to keep out the preys and see your lawn flourish.

I had a real life completely separate from beliefs, from the common reality made up of shared beliefs...

Spaniards and Americans are not like Europeans, they are not like Orientals, they have something in common, that is they do not need religion or mysticism not to believe in reality as all the world knows it, not even when they see it.

If you have read 6,000 books in your lifetime, or even 600, it's probably because at some level you find 'reality' a bit of a disappointment

Try not to waste your entire life working just to earn a paycheck. Seek to discover what your true passion in life is, and start working on turning it into an empire of your own.

Understand me. I__ not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

He's not god! He's just the asshole who fucks with us.

Proof, once again, that reality was not objective, but always waiting to be reshaped and redefined by one's attitude.