Real Quotes - Page 5

Imaginary happiness has an “end” and real happiness is “permanent”.

And in this moment of pale dawn in the hours before we leave California, I finally realize what has been the hardest thing for me about Matt’s death. It isn’t that I lost a brother, like Frankie, or a son, like Aunt Jayne and Uncle Red. The hardest thing is that I’ll never know exactly what I lost, how much it should hurt, how long I should keep thinking about him. He took that mystery with him when he died, and a hundred thousand one-sided letters in my journal wouldn’t have brought me any closer to the truth than I was the night I pressed my fingers to the sea glass he wore around his neck and kissed him back. For over a year, the letters were my only connection to him; the only evidence that I didn’t imagine our brief time as other. When I first saw my journal helplessly floating on the waves, I felt a loss so immediate and overwhelming it was like being back in the hospital lobby when the doctor told us they couldn’t fix him. One minute, the journal was in my hands, soft and familiar and real; the next minute, it was gone. Just like Matt. And just like Matt, I need to let it go.

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.- Ty from Stolen

What is the one message that only you can give? It's your story.

lie can run but they can’t hide

Real Martial Arts is Mathematics, Physics, Poetry; Meditation in Action

The most important key to bettering yourself - is just that "yourself" - (g swiss)

I also think of those daily slaughters along the highways, of that death that is as horrible as it is banal and that bears no resemblance to cancer or AIDS because, as the work not of nature but of man, it is an almost voluntary death. How can it be that such a death fails to dumbfound us, to turn our lives upside down, to incite us to vast reforms? No, it does not dumbfound us, because like Pasenow, we have a poor sense of the real, and in the sur-real sphere of symbols, this death in the guise of a handsome car actually represents life; this smiling death is con-fused with modernity, freedom, adventure, just as Elisabeth was con-fused with the Virgin. This death of a man condemned to capital punishment, though infinitely rarer, much more readily draws our attention, rouses passions: confounded with the image of the executioner, it has a symbolic voltage that is far stronger, far darker and more repellent. Et cetera.Man is a child wandering lost—to cite Baudelaire`s poem again—in the "forests of symbols."(The criterion of maturity: the ability to resist symbols. But mankind grows younger all the time.)

If you don't doubt it, be 'bout it. Intuition is soul's watchman.

Human experience is not nest and orderly, ready to be coded into predetermined categories. Real life is messy

The real world reveals itself like surprise gifts on our doorstep, special moments that seem above and beyond the reality of others. These times are full, beautiful and meaningful beyond words, even when wrapped in pain.

The hope is indeed that some will experience and believe: The purpose of a number of spiritual gurus is to demonstrate to God-fearing men faux spirituality.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

Be careful, though.""Aren't I always?""No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless.

I don’t like psychiatrists,” Alecto told her. “Not because they don’t think I’m real, but because they have no idea what they’re doing.

I routinely inform people when I meet them that I am like a real life version of Dory the fish, as I am very forgetful and have problems tracking conversations.

You won't forget a woman like her, easily anyway. Once you cross paths with Magic it's hard to see life the same.

Killers are clever, victims are the people which are scare from the negativity. That's how it goes and it will go.

Before a dream can mature and manifest itself as real, a lot of loaded efforts come into play! You are the pivot on which those loads must be turned!

REAL people do not have to lie, exaggerate, or brag for they are self-contained in self-understanding and acceptance of themselves. REAL people can make a mistake knowing that even when they do, it is only a mistake and just because the outcome was not to their liking, they know…THEY are not a mistake. REAL have the attitude this is who I am…and I am good enough, right now…just as I am. People who have chosen REAL have already clicked their heals together and returned home.

Real inspiration are not people, but their stories.

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Just think about it.Procreation. You give to thenext one down the line.That's really all we've got.Society, government,money, religion,careers, nuclear families,monogamy.These are all just highly creativesocially accepted delusionsthat we impose on reality to try and gainsome semblance of control over our lives.It gives us the illusion of choice.It makes us feel a littleless like animals.Animals. What do you mean?Like evolution?Yeah, evolution, exactly.I do not believein evolution.There's 400 billion starsin the Milky Way alone,making the amount of starsin the entire universecompletely mind-boggling.We are nothing.If an asteroid hadn't hit Earthand wiped out all the dinosaurs,we wouldn't be here.

Your intelligence enhances your ability to think and recollect, dream and set realistic goals. Your stamina is built on your passion for progress and willingness to excel... When you have a great stamina, you can make great impact even with a low intelligent quotient!

The first building she reached appeared to be an old barn. Only one young guard stood before its bolted door, staring at her with wide eyes, holding up his sword in defense, She heated his sword and he dropped it, his expression barely changing, as if he had been expecting that. She held up her two swords to his throat, but they were two heavy, so she dropped one and held the other with both hands. "Where are the two Bayern boys kept?" The soldier shook his head. BURN HIM, prompted the fire. The excitement of burning was simmering in her, heating her up for more action.

An honest man speaks truth, don't expect him to speak sweet.

Real is...just being you. It's not letting yourself be defined by other people's opinions of you, of who they think you are, or what they expect you to be. It's refusing to let them squash you into the box they've built for you, and just being yourself, no matter what anyone else thinks. Because you're never going to matter to everyone, just like everyone's never going to matter to you. So you choose the people whose opinions you care about, and you be real for them.

Rough love. Hard, edgy love. Love that made you bleed. Love hard to find, the kind of love you fought to keep.

The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.

During these hard times in the world we should always remember to keep our families and friends close.

On building homes for fallen angels:When I was small - I sought a home,a place to go and rest my bones.Then founded something, of my own,I lived among the restless stones.If seeking leads you back to evil,what good is that, I asked a weevil.He said a home is what you make,it can't be real, if it is fake...And if you wait instead of seek,will you find love, or something bleak?I know (myself) for I have found,a beauty, hidden – in a sound.Waiting is boring.And so is exploring.A smile is sometimes all it takes.And then your whole world simply breaks.

...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...

It is a harsh reality that some of the most important and respectable jobs which deserve high salaries might be better off with low salaries. A politician, or a minister, or a teacher is sure to be working sincerely and selflessly for the good of the people when through and through there is little monetary reward guaranteed. This is how the charlatans are weeded out of the field.

Knowledge is not obtained through being absorbed in a book, it comes when you brush aside fantasies and sensuality, switching from the unreal to the real.

I have noticed that sometimes, our success, promotion and accomplishments become real when we say "no" to some things and act the right way. The potential that drives you to do that is called "self-discipline".

There were plenty of fishes in the pond,yet i fell in love with a crocodile.

Some of us cover to protect our bodiessome of us cover to protect our soulsin both cases,respect their choices.

Internal character: how you behave when no one is watching.

Fuck the ones who hurt you Stop thinking about them, Get on with your own lifeThey'll eventually come back with apologies And you'll gladly accept them; as you keep growing with your life.

Don't pretend to be what you're not, instead, pretend to what you want to be, it is not pretence, it is a journey to self realization.

We don’t just believe that God is real, but in tough circumstances we believe that he knows the way out

The church represents the people of God who are the real power of any nation

The desire for excellence becomes a reality when an individual sets a standard, reach it and surpass it consistently.

See me for who I am, and then you'll see the real me.

What were you supposed to say to people you barely knew? That was the kind of thing I needed lessons in - forget algebra and history.

The stage is a magic circle where only the most real things happen, a neutral territory outside the jurisdiction of Fate where stars may be crossed with impunity. A truer and more real place does not exist in all the universe.

We throw away real people searching for the "perfect" person the same way that we throw ourselves away searching for our "perfect" self.

I have come to recognize that being trustworthy does not demand that I be rigidly consistent but that I be dependably real...Can I be expressive enough as a person that what I am will be communicated unambiguously?

The realest of cats love with all of their being...

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.

Be confident enough to show your true self to the world.

You know it's real when reality becomes a dream, the dream becomes real, and real feels unreal

Have you ever been on a roller coaster, Togawa-kun?You're only riding on it for a few minutes, right? If you spent the entire ride thinking "only so many seconds left... until this ride is over..." then what was the point of riding it in the first place?Nobody knows why we're alive. We don't have the time to bother.

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

Practice what you preach. Don't be a staggering image of the same shame you place upon others. Live, love, be free. Most of all be real.

Even in the broken state, my mind find waysto connect with you.

Live in this moment because this moment is the only thing that's real and the only time that you can create greatness.

(Speaking about ponies engaging in a game of running around and chasing a ball with "imaginary riders")Along with everything else about it, it seemed to be a parable for life. Going forwards and backwards and round in circles, striving ever forward only to have to run like crazy backwards to get the ball again, realizing that your enemy is after the same goal and you're actually helping him toward it and getting roughed up and possibly killed while you're at it but still feeling the comradeship of being in the game all together.

When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.

Just please understand that everyone is going through a rough time as well. Even if they are hiding behind money or a simple smile. We are all continuously stumbling as we go about our lives. If we had perfect lives we'd all be perfect people. Only thing we can learn to do is endure or we will not be happy and happiness is the closest thing to perfect.