Real music to me is real; it's what you feel.
Actors don't have real value.
The spiritual freedom we seek cannot be found by grasping at, retreating to, or protecting our perceived safe spaces. Our freedom lies in remaining open continuously, not only to Life’s changes but also to the Divine Light within us and others. Thi...
Look at the tyranny of party-- at what is called party allegiance, party loyalty-- a snare invented by designing men for selfish purposes-- and which turns voters into chattels, slaves, rabbits; and all the while, their masters, and they themselves a...
If we are cultivating fruit in an orchard, we wish that particular fruit to grow in its own way; we give it the soil it needs, the amount of moisture, the amount of care, but we do not treat the apple tree as we would the pear tree or the peach tree ...
If we are to believe he is really alive with all that that implies, then we have to believe without proof. And of course that is the only way it could be. If it could be somehow proved, then we would have no choice but to believe. We would lose our f...
Men in western governments who were themselves are often modern men, did not understand that freedom without chaos is not a magic formula which can be implanted anywhere. Rather, being modern men, it was their view that, because human race had evolve...
God is as real as mind and the mind is as real as nature.
I was real good at music and real bad at everything else.
I live a very real life.
In real life I'm a tall, blond Christian.
The public is a part of my real life.
A real girl isn't perfect and a perfect girl isn't real.
REAL TRUTH COMES FROM FACT"..
All the real work is done in the rehearsal period.
some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.
Screw sharks; a Transformer could be stretching up on its tippy toes and would still have a mile of cover to eat me.
Real transformation requires real honesty. If you want to move forward — get real with yourself.
Her love has been always unrequited, but until now it wasn't real love. Now it hurts, and that's how she knows it is real.
I don't know how to be anything but pretend," I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. "But if I could be real, I'd be real for you.
I wanted to, um, apologize for earlier. I can't believe I did that. I didn't think it could be real and—” “Didn’t think what could be real?” …Your penguin.
