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

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.

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.

However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.

How much more complicated life is than the attainment of a Ph.D. would lead one to believe!

Do what you will, this life's a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.

The universe does not behave according to our pre-conceived ideas. It continues to surprise us.

You learn about equality in history and civics, but you find out life is not really like that.