Stephen Tobolowsky Quotes

Dreaming was only nice while it lasted.

Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.

The demise of Constellation is not the death of a dream. It's just the end of an illusion.

As soon as we see our dreams betrayed we realize that the intensest joys of our life have nothing to do with reality, and we are consumed with regret for the time when they glowed within us. And in this succession of hopes and regrets our life slips by.

If it came true, it wasn't much of a dream.

No," says Ariana. "It was a dream. Reality got in the way, that's all.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he sees the actions and feelings of men for what they are. But he still has the hope of replacing his old illusions with others, just as fleeting, but also just as sweet.

After three failed marriages, I know what it's like to be replaced. So that's kind of how Joey Harrington must feel today... A former No. 1 choice looks to me like he's going to be a bust in Detroit.

Childhood is a promise that is never kept.

The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.

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

Things aren't always the fairy tale that you thought they were.

Sometimes when you think something is shiny and gold, it tends to be rusted and bronze, but that's just the way it is, man.

The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.

He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality

It gets harder the more you know. Because the more you find out the uglier everything seems.

She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

Mind the gap - it's the distance between life as you dream it and life as it is.

Gone is the blinding glow in his hands - gone, too, is the illusion of purity and beauty! In it's place all that remains is mind-numbing, spine-chilling reality!

Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...." Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

Apparently, the world is not a wish granting factory.

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.