Quotes about Reality

You can put your boots in the oven, but that doesn't make them biscuits. - You can say whatever you want about something, but that doesn't change what it is.

Life is difficult. That blunt, three-word statement is an accurate ap praisal of our existence on this planet.

Understanding the role of God's protection will not help us very much if we don't first understand exactly why we need it. If your eyes are not yet open to the behind-the-scenes context of our new life in Christ—if you are still skeptical about the whole business—prepare to be jolted by the reality of the conflict raging around you.

Old age teaches you in a very unkind way that things won't necessarily get better. Not in this life. In fact, you can pretty much count on things degenerating. Being content is not a lack of ambition. It's being able to rest and relax and know that your worth doesn't come from what others think of you or even what you think of you.

There're some things that can't be helped. They just are. You either live with them or you don't. Simple as that. There's nothing simple about it. You got that right. You certainly got that right.

Wanted all my questions answered and everything wrapped and tied with a bow. But life is not neat bows and nice packages. Life is messy and you don't get all your questions answered.

Don't be misled by those who claim God doesn't exist, because He does.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

No matter how hard we try to ignore it, the mind always knows truth and wants clarity.

When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world?

But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

She knew it was there, would always be there, but she needed to confirm its presence. Like the keeper of the lighthouse and the prisoner, she regarded it as a mooring, a checkpoint, some stable visual object that assured her that the world was still there; that this was life and not a dream. That she was alive somewhere, inside, which she acknowledged to be true only because a thing she knew intimately was out there, outside herself.