People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define reality. But what does it mean to be correct or true? Merely vague concepts. Their reality may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure it was real? What if you were unable to awake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world, and the real world?
Morpheus in The Matrix5
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
Reality is something you rise above.
Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called Life.
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.
In reality, the least interesting answer is usually the correct one.
Tet in No Game No Life1
There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists, well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.
The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then "real" is simply electrical signals, interpreted by your brain.
Morpheus in The Matrix
One person's crazyness is another person's reality.
Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.
Reality continues to ruin my life.
Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes
I'm half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.
What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.
There is no such thing as fantasy unrelated to reality.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.