There is such a difference between life and theory.

The world is not the way they tell you it is.

Life is often more complex than the stories we like to tell about it.

Life is not theory. It is reality, with inherent duties to everything and everyone.

Sometimes life is stranger than fiction, but sometimes it's incomparable in other ways. Sometimes it's heaven that the false fire of imagination could never capture.

But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

Real life isn't purely filled with roses and rainbows.

Life is incredibly contingent and unexpected.

What I’m trying to make you know, not in your forebrain but in your marrow, is that reality never conforms very well to the textbooks, and sometimes it doesn’t conform at all.

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Life is too complicated and, as far as we can understand it in our present state of knowledge, too illogical, for it to be confined within the four corners of a fixed doctrine.

Life is too complicated to use analogies to describe it.

Survival is not a theory.