John Steinbeck Quotes

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

I searched everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standard of reality had changed

Is a dream reality till you wake up?

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

How was I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.

The startling reality of things is my discovery every single day.

This is reality, whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?

What is life without incompatible realities?

It's hard to tell that the world we live in is either a reality or a dream.

It is uplifting to lose one?s faith in a reality which looks the way it is described in a newspaper.

Reality is modest, it won't be seen naked.

The world isn't what I've believed it to be, and I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world?

Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.

If all be a Dream, then he doth but dream that he makes the Question; and so it is not much matter that a waking Man should answer him.

You look like a ghost," Bailey says. He can think of no better way to describe it. "You appear the same way to me, so which of us is real?

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

As much as I try to be present, it just doesn't really feel like reality. It feels like a fleeting thing. There's a million other incredibly wonderful girls that are much more talented than me that are out there all the time. So I'm just trying to appreciate it for what it is. But I don't want it to take on that feeling of pressure, because I don't know where that's gonna get me.

A lot of people experience the world with the same incredulity as when a magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat.…We know that the world is not all sleight of hand and deception because we are in it, we are part of it. Actually we are the white rabbit being pulled out of the hat. The only difference beween us and the white rabbit is that the rabbit does not realize it is taking part in a magic trick.

Reality has actually very little to do with truth; there is no necessary connection between the two.

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

You can only live in the world you ken. The rest is just wishful thinking or paranoia.