Reality is often disappointing.
Quietly yearning for what you don’t have, while dreading losing what you do. For 99.9% of your race, that is the definition of reality. Desire and fear, baby.
Always remember, your focus determines your reality.
That’s it, isn’t it? If we don’t know what’s real, we can’t resist.[to Neo]
Pain reminds you the joy you felt was real.
What is real? How do you define real? If you’re talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.[to Neo]
Susan, enjoy the absurdity of our world. It’s a lot less painful. Believe me, our world is a lot less painful than the real world.
“Real.” There’s that word again.
Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it’s not real?[Harry Potter: Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?]
If you want true love, then this is it. This is real life. It’s not perfect, but it’s real.[to Céline]
From here on out, I am only interested in what is real. Real people, real feelings, that’s it, that’s all I’m interested in.
Don’t tell me what things look like. Tell me what they are.
