Real Quotes - Page 2

Freedom from sin is real

Last night I thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before." He got out of bed."It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life and then I come along in two minutes and boom! it's all over.""Let me alone," said Mildred. "I didn't do anyt

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.

You could say that life just happens and it's the way it goes, you either accept it or you fight it... Or You can be one of the few that rises above this perception and fights in all their glory to create the life they want, regardless of the struggle. Who do you want to be? Someone to remember or someone easy to forget...

We're going to be married and hardly touch each other and have to work and work and never have any fun and we're just going to be okay with it because that's how life is and that's how relationships go, but I don't want that. I want our marriage to be... fun. I love joking around while we fool around. I want to hold hands everywhere we go. I want to make out in the back of a movie theater, steal kisses in coffee shops, have sex over every inch of our apartment or house or wherever we live. And I'm scared marriage will change the fun part of our relationship. The part that keeps us young, keeps us in love, and I'm terrified you'll wake up when you're fifty and realize you're stuck with the decision you made when you were twenty-seven, and we haven't touched in months, we don't go out. I just want to know when that happens... that you'll still... you'll still love me.

So Santa Claus is bogus but Grim Reapers are the genuine article. What does that say about the world?

You are the stories and incidents that you never tell to anyone. You are the thoughts that you get while standing under theshower. You are those memories that won't lets you sleep at night peacefully. You are those words that you will never say while speaking with someone. You are those scars that you always hide from everyone. You are those little secrets that you will never let the world know. You are everything that you hide under the identity that you call the real you.

The most risky liability of your life is 'the unspoken truth'.

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

Are these real diamonds?" I once asked, and she said, "Why have them if they're not?

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.

It's an intense feeling of human experience when a connection has the kind of power to turn dreams into a reality or crush them almost instantly. Those are the souls you remember decades down the road.

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

You can see real attitude of man when he's terrified.

After you hear and listen. First must come desire. Second must come willingness.Third should come understanding.Fourth should come progression and with progression will come more understanding..

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

The black land slid by and he was going into the country among the hills. For the first time in a dozen years the stars were coming out above him, in great processions of wheeling fire. He saw a great juggernaut of stars form in the sky and threaten to roll over and crush him... the river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper. The river was very real; it held him comfortably and gave him the time at last, the leisure, to consider this month, this year, and a lifetime of years. He listened to his heart slow. His thoughts stopped rushing with his blood.

Find your truth and make your existence real as you choose it. Your creation is your own greatest gift. (Neings of Light via Joules)

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way. And Agloe is a place where a paper creation became real. A dot on the map became a real place, more real than the people who created the dot could never have imagined. I thought maybe the paper cutout of a girl could start becoming real here also. And it seemed like a way to tell that paper girl who cared about popularity and clothes and everything else: 'You are going to the paper towns. And you are never coming back.

To see me real native language is like to search in empty bucket, I use my native language few times and English more often. But who is my native language and have I used it already?? (is the best question!)

Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns.Still pretty,But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.

If you do not have the courage to be yourself, what will you be?

It takes courage to become authentic. So many talk about the light but not enough speak the truth about the struggles it takes to get there and the tools to overcome it all.

I just want to live in a way that either wakes people up or shakes people up. Whether I have opened a wound or opened a heart, I have touched a life and helped bring a change.

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

If nothing’s real, then what does it matter?” he said. “You live here. Doesn’t that make it real enough?

Eloquence.— We need both what is pleasing and what is real, but that which pleases must itself be drawn from the true.

Juliette." I close my eyes. He says, "I don't want you to call me Warner anymore." I open my eyes. "I want you to know me," he says, breathless, his fingers pushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. "I don't want to be Warner with you," he says. "I want it to be different now. I want you to call me Aaron.

You can let go of all that stuff you thought was real when you know it's just a game. What a relief, what a state of grace that brings.

Four laughs vibrate in harmony,WarmDeliciousReal.

(…) Real time is not a unitary strand distributing homogeneous units of past, present and future in a fixed empirical order, but is rather a complex, interactive, « thick » manifold of distinct yet integrated durations. p22

I fake fake to have a fake life. Does that make me a real horse? Buy now for $777, wooden saddle sold separately. Real horseshoes not included. Imaginary ones – neither.

Reality may not be what you want it to be, but it is the reality you now must face. You can deny this reality and try to wish it away, or you can accept it and not waste any energy on wanting it to be different.

He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.

[The purpose of flight research] is to separate the real from the imagined problems and to make known the overlooked and the unexpected.

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.

Words fail to describewhat i feel anymore.Let me be numb for a while,let me be sore.

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

The reality is that we will continue to hear negative information from many sources. It lies in our will to decide whether to discard them into the waste bin or record them into our brains!

My mind gets stronger everyday,my heart gets weaker with time.

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.

You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

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

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

You aren't happy," Estela says."I can't be happy," I say."Look at me, Kenzie.""I'm looking at you, Estela.""Do you know your own heart?""I don't know anything.""Go," she says, "and think. And don't come back until you know.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.

If one can exactly see the world ‘as it is’; if one can exactly see the ‘relative’ and the ‘real’, it is shukladhyan (contemplation as the Self, Pure Soul).

Love is more beautiful when it's real.

Home is where the heart is. That's what they always say. But where does home begin,If you have lost your way. Do you turn to family or neighbors you don't know? You heart may wonder far and wide until you learn to grow. You go outside and look around to see what you can seeFrom little birds too big tall trees you realize beauty is free.

A long time ago people believed that the world is flat and the moon is made of green cheese. Some still do, to this day. The man on the moon is looking down and laughing.

Well, I don’t want to be king, I want to be real.

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

Never will I understand the mentallity of a man, who can plant his own seed and not watch it grow.