Most North Americans know that human-caused global warming is real, even if political leaders don't always reflect or act on that knowledge.
Twitter is a real addiction, like the color of it, the process of it.
We're real fortunate to have such a unique cast.
Happiness only real when shared.
My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
Real acting is realistic no matter what the medium.
No thieves, no traitors, no interventionists! This time the revolution is for real!
Don't call my lyrics poetry. It's an insult to real poets.
Love is messy. It's not something that's real clean.
Where my tastes in music are concerned, I'm a real maximalist.
I'm such a geek, and have always been a real nerd.
It's the writers' job to make it positive. It's my job to make it real.
I played a lot of real normal, straight sessions.
I don't know how to work a room. It's a real skill.
I feel nothing.” Crouching down beside her, Bercelak took a cloth from off the table and placed it over the wound. “Nothing? You feel no pain?” “Oh. I feel pain. Lots of pain. But nothing else.
Sometimes I feel that life has passed me by... Do you ever feel that way, Charlie Brown?" "I feel that it has knocked me down and walked all over me!
I think what we have seen in terms of gay teenagers committing suicide because of bullying is anguishing. I think young people, if they are feeling like they are confused, need to know that there are people to talk to and that there are places they c...
I'm living as an artist, and that's a staggering feeling, it's a total luxury. And because you have this amazing chance, with so much freedom, I'm determined to make something that is worth that. I feel this responsibility - to create something that ...
When you are young, feelings are your truth. Love is how you feel. The years have taught me that love is not an emotion that you feel about someone, but what you do for them.
To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of emotion--a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneous...
A man like you is a god, not just a machine covered with skin, but a theater where fine feelings sprout and grow-and feelings are all that matters, as far as I'm concerned. Is a feeling anything but an entire world poured into a thought?
