You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.
We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don't even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It's time to put an end to this. It's time for us to let ourselves be loved.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.
Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.
One person's craziness is another person's reality.
Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
Some other faculty than the intellect is necessary for the apprehension of reality.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.