Quotes On Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

“We will show you,” I said. “But not just our memories. Not just our experiences. We show you the pack. The real pack. The living, breathing, existing pack. You see them directly. You feel them directly. You understand them directly. No filters. No interpretations. No manipulations. Just truth. Just reality. Just existence as it truly is.” “How? I cannot leave this realm. Cannot enter reality without becoming reality. Cannot experience without contaminating my nothing.” The First Dark pulled back. Afraid again. Uncertain. “You ask the impossible.”

I awake the next morning. I look around the room, there is no sunlight that shines in. Everything feels like it is bathed in darkness. There are no windows, just maroon covered walls. I attempt to move, and I feel constricted. A mans arm tightens its grip on me. Just when I thought I was having another erotic dream, and I was going to wake up to leave my hotel room, I get a splash in the face with fucking reality. Everything that happened last night was real. I am really fucked this time! How in the fuck am I going to escape this?! I do not have relationships! Never again! I squirm and I feel him nuzzle my neck. “Is my dove awake?” he says in a husky voice. I feel his hand move up towards my

“At the end. Like a movie. You’ll see. You’ll all see.” And I realize something terrifying. This isn’t just a proposal. This is the final act of a man being led to slaughter. And unless I find the truth and solid evidence—soon—I might have to watch the people I love walk straight into the fire.

She lied and gave him a cynical look. "Why wait?" "Knowing someone is a smart thing to do, I guess." "Hindsight is a wonderful thing," she muttered, then sighed. "The truth is, there's a part of me that wants to escape." "Escape from what?" You, she wanted to cry, you control my every waking thought. "Oh, a lot of things," she muttered.

"Umm... Yeah... But now I am not" She narrowed her eyes at me before turning them back to the television. She was watching a fantasy story. "It never happens in real life. Why do you watch all this?" "Because this is my escape" "Huh?" "This is my escape from the real world. Imagination is full of magic, it can lead you to the places where no one can ever go, it can make you feel the things that you have never felt before. I know it is not practical but it helps me a lot in fighting my stress. And I guess these fantasies are far better than the realities of the world"

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

' she asked looking at me questionably as seems to judge my maturity level. I don't know how I can explain the thing I saw that day on those snowy mountains. I can't even tell if it was real or just my imagination but that feeling of being stared at was too real to be a child's imagination. So, calling it an alien for now is good enough. I was never good in the area of romance. Every time I look at boys around me instead of love I feel disgust. May be alien is my choice. I grabbed the towel and entered shower having a good relaxing shower finally brought my mind at peace. Its the only place where I can get some 'my time' or so what I thought. Just when I was thinking of peace she called agai

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

A hole in reality. Then another. And another. The people Mira had saved were becoming black holes of isolation. "No!" Mira reached for them. "This wasn't—I didn't mean—" But they couldn't hear her. Too self-contained. Too isolated. Too free. Freedom without connection was killing them. Killing reality. "Sera!" Marcus grabbed me. "We have to evacuate! Get everyone out before—" "Before what? There's nowhere to evacuate to! This is reality! If it collapses, everything goes with it!"

One of them was a handwritten note from Edward… addressed to me. The world was never built for truth, Cassandra. It was built for stories. I only ever tried to control the narrative before it consumed us all. I folded it and threw it into the fire pit. Let it burn with the rest of his lies. At midnight in our bedroom Jeffery stirred as I slid into bed beside him. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured. “I was just… thinking.” “About?” “About whether we ever truly escape people like Edward.” He opened one eye. “No. We don’t escape them, but we outlive them. We choose better, and we become better.”