Sophie Kinsella Quotes

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

... no bell in us tolls to let us know for certain when truth is in our grasp.

Nothing in this world is real

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

I did not write half of what I saw, for I knew I would not be believed

What is essential is whether it is perceived and not whether it exists. To exist and yet not to be perceived is the same as not exist.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Who knows if this other half of life where we think we're awake is not another sleep a little different from the first.

In Shakespeare's world, characters cannot trust their senses. Is the ghost in Hamlet true and truthful, or is it a demon, tempting young Hamlet into murderous sin? Is Juliet dead or merely sleeping? Does Lear really stand at the edge of a great cliff? Or has the Fool deceived him to save his life?

I realize that nothing's as it seems.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

You must see first before you can believe.

There's a sense in all my novels that nothing is certain.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, it makes no sound.

No one will ever know the complete truth.

There's so many different types of illusions; our lives are an illusion in a sense.

It's all real and it's all illusory: that's Awareness!

Which country is real, mine or the teacher's? My wish is that we might progressively lose our confidence in what we think we believe and the things we consider stable and secure, in order to remind ourselves of the infinite number of things still waiting to be discovered.

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

I might as well doubt of my own being, as of the being of those things I actually see and feel.