Real Quotes - Page 4

Things spoken in love always become reality.

White magic or black, it doesn’t make a difference. Natural and artificial? Obsolete distinctions

Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality.

I am real. This”–he put his other hand over the first-“is real. You see me interacting with other people all day long, don’t you? I talk to people; I affect things in the world. I cause things to happen. I am real.”“But-but what if this whole place”-I had to suck in air again-“what if everything is inside my head? East Shoal and Scarlet and this bridge and you-what if you’re not real because nothing is real?”“If nothing’s real, then what does it matter?” he said. “You live here. Doesn’t that make it real enough?

Real love is the shared loneliness".

To be inactive while engaged in activity is the real inactivity (non-doership)!

I'm writing a book on magic”, I explain, and I'm asked, “Real magic?” By real magic people mean miracles, thaumaturgical acts, and supernatural powers. “No”, I answer: “Conjuring tricks, not real magic”. Real magic, in other words, refers to the magic that is not real, while the magic that is real, that can actually be done, is not real magic.

A man who is not a father to his children can never be a real man,

I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.

Four laughs vibrate in harmony,WarmDeliciousReal.

The God that we commonly know may be less sinister than the true God that we don't know for sure.

…even if I discover that I don't particularly like or agree with them, I still can see that they are human beings, just like me. They are not an idea. They are not a concept. They are a real, living and breathing human being who is just trying to figure everything out, just like I am.

Purchasing a large and expensive home during a real estate boom turned into the biggest financial mistake that I ever made.

Be careful walking down the primrose path. You may find hell instead of happily ever after.

We were so little when you took away all our sins.

People will lie, steal, cheat and kill but you have to be the one who keeps it real.

Christians have a real chance to change the society that is I darkness, to help every person see the light of God’s love

Don't focus on the words i write,pay attention to the ones i don't.These lines won't tell you much about me,try to read in between these lines.

It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

Of all individuals, the hated, the shunned, and the peculiar are arguably most themselves. They wear no masks whatsoever in order to be accepted and liked; they do seem most guarded, but only by their own hands: as compared to the populace, they are naked.

To be truly positive in the eyes of some, you have to risk appearing negative in the eyes of others.

He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked.- "Nothing" he said.- "Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-"- "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."- "Never seen it."- "Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell."His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.

A person becomes a real individual when he has set and accurately defined his goal

You wonder why he loves her, she's so unlike any other, but any man can love an ordinary woman. They’re everywhere and whereas he’s had other women love him before, they were women who loved a lot, and such love is fickle, never setting anyone apart.Attaining the love of someone known not to love is an honor and the highest level of love there is, because it’s rare, and real.

Your destiny is in your mind, just faith it and have a brighter destination.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

When you mix with the wrong energy, there's bound to be an explosion. Pay attention and switch lanes when the signal changes. What's really real, is ultimately revealed.

Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in proper figures.

So much possibility lives within the beauty of your authenticity. Be real.

Make your own Miracles, don't wait for miracles to happen; they need a spark of energy to make them real.

A nurse and a social worker took fifteen minutes out of their shitty thankless job in the roughest corner of town, sat on a couple of milk crates drinking coffee, flopped their real selves out of the cement and both liked what they saw.

I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

the idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic

Do you want this to be a love story?

In the example of the navigator, no writing was essential to draw the meaning of observing the object at a distance from the ship. In the real theobservation has been noted and that is enough to give it a meaning, a subjective meaning, a meaning exclusively important for the navigator himself.

Class, she reminded herself, was the real marker in America.

How to recognize what is real? To know the layers and depths of oneself, to know how to open, to know how to fill a capacious hold-all, to know one’s own quirks and nervous twitches, cravings and transparencies, and, above all the force, literally the force, of events, connections, the wild calm in every thing.

Death must die so that life can be real!

Every man has a specific skill, whether it is discovered or not, that more readily and naturally comes to him than it would to another, and his own should be sought and polished. He excels best in his niche - originality loses its authenticity in one's efforts to obtain originality.

If we choose to behave differently, we are considered 'Mad' or 'immature

Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow leaves you when you are in darkness.

Judgement of others and ourselves always comes from a place of fear. It is fear that keeps us from living authentically all that we say we value.

Today’s temple of truth will become the prison of tomorrow.

You shouldn’t have to pretend to be as excited as I am just to make me happy. If it comes to that, you shouldn’t have to pretend to be anything around me. Friends should be real with each other

By perceiving the end of those illusive ideas and statuses as real, see yourself as though you have already accomplished what you have had a revelation to do. Then go, make it happen.

Om is that God of love. Like a loving mother Om cleans us of our clutters collected through many incarnations.

The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.

Don't be about just any life. Be about the life you want to be about.

The real friends are out there on you won, on your lost and on your special days. If they aren't there, take it like they aren't your friends, find other friends. This are fake!

The reason why the world is a difficult place to live in, is due to the fact that people are not interested in people. Nobody is truly interested in anybody; they are only interested in the parts that they think will be pleasurable and comfortable for them to get to know. People don't want to know what you're afraid of, what kind of dreams you have at night, what your eyes look like when you laugh and when you hurt... people want to receive perfect gifts and other people are supposed to be those perfect gifts! But then none of us are those perfect gifts. All of us are real on the inside but then people want what's not real... so how is the world supposed to work, that way? I want to know what's real in people, and in me. And it's hard to be this way, because nobody else is.

You need to have a WhyHaving a “Why” whatever it is, becomes food. It makes your dreams become more urgent.

Without stories, we’d have even more trouble recognizing what’s real.

i realize you cant just throw real gems at ppl...because they think cubic zirconia is the real thing lol

When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.

The reason some people put on a mask is not in their blood but it is in their fear that we judge them too soon.

as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.

There is no real silence for the sensitive ears and there is no real tranquility for the sensitive hearts!

So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance to escape the reservation.

If we give Jesus what we have, what we give Him will never be less.