Miranda July Quotes

It now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes, but now I was awake.

An illusion dissipated is an experience gained.

You know he can’t save you, right? In the real world? That guy, right there.

We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.

What brings enlightenment is experience, in the sad sense of this word--the pressure of hard facts and unintelligible troubles, making a man rub his eyes in his waking dream, and put two and two together. Enlightenment is cold water.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

Once I opened my eyes to the realities of life, I couldn't close them.

Wisdom comes by disillusionment.

Seeing my parents makes me realise that life is not a fairy tale.

We're not in Wonderland anymore Alice.

I had to grow up fast because we know it's not all fairy tales out there; it's full of rubbish.

You spend your childhood wanting to get out from your house and wanting to get away and out into the real world, and then as adults, we start to learn that things are not what we thought they were.

I was in a self-induced depression. Welcome to me Real World.

I think that's the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.

The trouble with illusions is that you aren't aware you have any until they are taken away from you.

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

Stories come from violence, they come from sex. They come from death. They come from the dark places that everyone has to go to, kind of wants to, or doesn't, but needs to deal with. If you raise a kid to think everything is sunshine and flowers, they're going to get into the real world and die. That's the reason fairy tales are so creepy, because we need to encapsulate these things, to inoculate ourselves against them, so that when we're confronted by the genuine horror that is day-to-day life we don't go insane.

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

Let the ugly light of the world in, we are no longer blind.

When I turn the lights out, when I close my eyes, reality overcomes me, I'm living a lie.

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

We're wired to expect the world to be brighter and more meaningful and more obviously interesting than it actually is. And when we realize that it isn't, we start looking around for the real world.

The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left.

I'm sure we all can remember back in the day when you're 17, naïve, you're sort of just this unblemished teenager. You're sort of sheltered and haven't really seen the real world and then when you do see it, you're just like... "This is the world? This is reality?"