She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.
Whatever cosmic attraction had drawn [Jess & Addie] to one another in the first place was beginning to fill in with the chinks and mortar of very real, very likeable human traits.
I want to make sure I remember what real ugly is. I might want to tell my grandchildren someday.
Most of you guys can't see the potential in a nervous breakdown. A real collapse. There's more chance of finding yourself in a major depression than there is in a bottle Prozac.
All longings the essence for real liberation only, Freedom from all sides, an ultimate supremacy; - 43 -
When writing fiction, you learn to only put things and characters in, that are going to progress your story. There is something to be learned about that approach in real life
any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)
When it comes down to it, though, the real decision is inevitable: If one of us has to be destroyed, let's make damn sure we're the ones alive at the end.
Only real true friends will tell you when your face is dirty, Others will either pamper, avoid or laugh at you certainly. [227] - 4 (Thoughts)
we are human beings, we are born full of guilt; we feel terrified when happiness becomes a real possibility.
No spiritual master who ever walked the earth has anything on you. You're the complete package, the real deal. You just don't remember it yet.
Time is an illusion, only the keepers of the illusion are real, and the reality they have spun, keeps us, until we set upon the path of the dream.
Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.
The hero was the sort of character you could feel yourself falling in love with, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he wasn't real
But I am the real Strider, fortunately. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.
The sightseers would have been disappointed, as the real thing always makes a poorer show than the fake. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")
I think that's the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.
Fiction should be a place of lollipops and escape. Real life is depressing enough--I, for one, don't want to read about make believe misery, too.
A mental choice, absent a real heart change, is no choice at all. We couldn’t force ourselves to be something we were not. That just couldn’t happen. And it didn’t.
...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.
