reality

Our consciousness and awareness, which includes our choices as to where we place our focus, alters the paths of our lives, and creates a split in reality, leading to the creation of two or more worlds at any moment in time.

There__ only so many times you can fight before the only person you fight for is yourself.

If we look upon the earth as a place where our 'higher selves' have come to learn, to experience, or even to be judged, then the splitting of realities that occurs with the many-worlds interpretation is merely an extension of these functions.

The possibility of making an error and coming back to try again is real when you have not fully prepared.

Even in expecting, one leaps away from the possible and gets a footing in the real. It is for its reality that what is expected is expected. By the very nature of expecting, the possible is drawn into the real, arising from it and returning to it.

Be careful what you wish for or pray for, because whatever you wish for or pray for, you will have to take care of.

And that's my comfort--that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was real and not merely a dream?

You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

They said we are different. but I Said we are same because we all are busy to blaming others for our sins!

Sun and snow is an Angel__ glow, but storm and rain? That__ a Demon__ bane.

Perhaps this is why one reads fiction to begin with - to live a more interesting reality than one's daily life.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

If it__ reality you want, I suggest you look out the window.

Being in a wheelchair has made everyday things difficult. Things you wouldn't imagine. Like the looks I get at high school basketball games when they tell everyone to stand for the National Anthem.

Happiness doesn't depend on reality but it depends on perception.

He lived decades ago,she lives at the moment.A very saddening reality for her.

Her name had the likeness of a name. She had the likeness of a woman, with hands but no face at all, since she never let herself see it. She had the likeness of a life, because she was all alone in it. She lived in the likeness of a house, with walls and a roof and a door that kept nothing in and nothing out.