How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.
The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself. No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.
Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto.
Everything on the radio is crap...It's fast food for your ears. It doesn't make you think. It isn't even anything - not anything real. Don't you think music should something?
For the first time in my life, I was in a shoot-out. A real, honest-to-goodness shoot-out with a bad guy. And, apparently, we both sucked.
Real humility knows how to slam a door closed and say no more. You can't be humble without self-love.
Love always was and always will be the only real answer. Why else do you think we have been taught so much hate?
This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.
I can fight with a real problem. But I cannot solve the ignorance. I cannot solve the illusion of your mind.
You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.
Invest in what's real. Clean as you go. Drink while you cook. Make it fun. It doesn't have to be complicated. It will be what it will be.
Lo malo era que en el mundo real no tenía opción a más vidas. Tienes una y va que chuta. Si la perdía, se acababa el juego.
Any fool can masturbate, but it takes a real artist to make it look like sex.
A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.
Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles—and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.
To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the book: How much of this is fantasy, and how much is real?
Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...
I tell you solemnly, that I have many times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness- a real thorough-going illness.
A visitor is a friend, he brings news, good or bad, which is bread to the hungry minds in lonely places. A real friend who comes to the house is a heavenly messenger, who brings the panis angelorum.
We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.
My password is meatlover. My profile picture is a pizza. My love for you is real, like an invisible and inaudible mime parade.
