Melody Beattie Quotes

We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.

Despite all of our efforts to control something, the world is much, much more powerful than us, and more deranged even than us.

An example is often a deceptive mirror, and the order of destiny, so troubling to our thoughts, is not always found written in things past.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

We like to believe we are in control of our destinies, even though we never are and we never have been.

I have to wait and see what happens. Because nobody's in charge.

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia

We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

The real truth that dare not speak itself, is that no one is in control, absolutely no one... Nobody is in control. This stuff is ruled by the equations of dynamics and chaos. Now, there may be entities seeking control - the World Bank, the Communist Party, the rich, the somebody-or-others - but to seek control is to take enormous aggravation upon yourself... It's like trying to control a dream.

Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.

Life is a game played on us while we are playing other games.

All is but illusion and disaster.

Fate does not always seek our consent.

Here then is the truth about the Truth; the Truth is not bridge, sturdy to every step, a marvel of bound planks and supports from the known into the unknown, but a surging sea of smashed wood, flotsam and drowning sailors.

We are never really in control. We just think we are when things happen to be going our way.

Yes, it feels great to plan your life when you believe everything can turn out fine. But what about when you're shown, again and again, how little control you have over anything? No matter what I do to try to fix my future, it doesn't work.

It is the Land of Truth (enchanted name!), surrounded by a wide and stormy ocean, the true home of illusion, where many a fog bank and ice, that soon melts away, tempt us to believe in new lands, while constantly deceiving the adventurous mariner with vain hopes, and involving him in adventures which he can never leave, yet never bring to an end.

The devil fools with the best laid plans.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

I am afraid we are little better than straws upon the water; we may flatter ourselves that we swim, when the current carries us along.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.