real

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
c709555	For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child's boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word as a criticism is itself derivative). We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. , the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blase: . I've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls. It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.	human derivative secondhand-experience seen-it-all real personality-traits	Gillian Flynn
0bb5f54	It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.	youth truth ideals real nostalgia	W. Somerset Maugham
53386c8	"Be careful, though." "Aren't I always?" "No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless."	real	Veronica Roth
99fd141	It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.	reality real movies	anthony burgess
78781d0	It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.	mind real what-is-on-the-inside	Anne Brontë
8c48ab4	"He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked. - "Nothing" he said. - "Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything." I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-" - "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman." - "Never seen it."	lover lovers silence life love real-life awkward flirt gorgeous looking-at-me natalie-portman turn-me-on vendetta john-green boy the-fault-in-our-stars real girl smile smiling beautiful hazel	John Green The Fault in Our Stars
2b04835	She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.	relationships imaginary real	Louisa May Alcott
6e1fde5	There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.	real	Jean Rhys
394bf4e	A man who is not a father to his children can never be a real man,	man real father	Mario Puzo
9528123	as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.	fiction philosophy imaginary symbolic real ideology	Slavoj Žižek
dde930c	The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.	real perfect person	Christine Feehan
f9951fc	Silk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. But you can never rip it! If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say "This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it" ? Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It's the man who is stupid!	delicate strength-of-a-woman stupidity inspirational-life inspirational-quotes strength wisdom inspirational parable stupidity-of-man gentle parables genuine silk soft real wisdom-quotes fake	C. JoyBell C.
ca802d4	"My belief is that when you're telling the truth, you're close to God. If you say to God, "I am exhausted and depressed beyond words, and I don't like You at all right now, and I recoil from most people who believe in You," that might be the most honest thing you've ever said. If you told me you had said to God, "It is all hopeless, and I don't have a clue if You exist, but I could use a hand," it would almost bring tears to my eyes, tears of pride in you, for the courage it takes to get real-really real. It would make me want to sit next to you at the dinner table. So prayer is our sometimes real selves trying to communicate with the Real, with Truth, with the Light. It is us reaching out to be heard, hoping to be found by a light and warmth in the world, instead of darkness and cold. Even mushrooms respond to light - I suppose they blink their mushroomy eyes, like the rest of us. Light reveals us to ourselves, which is not always so great if you find yourself in a big disgusting mess, possibly of your own creation. But like sunflowers we turn toward light. Light warms, and in most cases it draws us to itself. And in this light, we can see beyond our modest receptors, to what is way beyond us, and deep inside."	light prayer truth real	Anne Lamott
cb69570	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.	paper-town real popularity	John Green
2067336	Damn real live people, getting in the way of peaceful ideals.	live people peaceful ideals real way	John Scalzi
85e21ed	Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.	memories past real surreal remembering	Haruki Murakami
5d6f549	"What's done is done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future And we're wasting time, when already we've wasted enough. We've got everything ahead, waiting for us." Just the right words to make me feel real, alive, free! Free enough to forget thoughts of revenge." --	time revenge free thoughts future fin alive finished wasting-time goodbyes real complete done waiting wasted everything	V.C. Andrews
b699c1f	We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.	real dreaming mystery	Ruth Rendell
e8d5948	There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...	sleep dracula real stalking vampires	Nicky Raven
dc62081	When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.	dream real	Jodi Picoult
b1e9ae1	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.	paper-boy two-dimensions real	John Green
98cdf3e	"Let's burn our masks at midnight and as flickering flames ascend, under the witness of star-clouds, let us vow to reclaim our true selves. Done with hiding and weary of lying, we'll reconcile without and within. Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns, we'll greet the glorious birth of dawn;	inspiration motivational inspirational motivational-quotes being-real true-selves true-self carpe-diem real burn authenticity masks	John Mark Green
a40ba8d	Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real?	disaster real	Walker Percy
629bcef	"Have you ever been on a roller coaster, Togawa-kun?	life real	Inoue Takehiko
d6565cc	Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.	real	Markus Zusak
1c39b1d	I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.	feelings people dissapear thrown-away real	Gillian Flynn
235a3fd	Your imaginary friend isn't the problem, Amanda. The problem is that you don't seem to have any real friends.	death imagination fantasy friendship love imaginary-friend real psychiatry	Rebecca McNutt
bdcb869	I stood there, watching her. The whole world was a dream, I realized. Everyone was acting in a bad soap opera. The whole world was one big FOX TV show.	dream reality fox-tv real fake	Blake Nelson
1585446	A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.	beauty-queens real pretty	Markus Zusak
5e52bf1	"This was real life, not a book. And in	fiction life someday real legacy	Danielle Steele
7821b82	DeLois lived up the block on 142nd Street and never had her hair done, and all the neighbourhood women sucked their teeth as she walked by. Her crispy hair twinkled in the summer sun as her big proud stomach moved her on down the block while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem.	free inspirational big judgmental judging real afro-hair natural	Audre Lorde
1965caf	I suppose the best way to tell the story is simply to narrate it, without an effort to carry belief. The thing did not require belief. It was not a feeling of horror in one's bones, or a misty outline, or anything that needed to be given actuality by an act of faith. It was as solid as a wardrobe. You don't have to believe in wardrobes. They are there, with corners. (The Troll)	real horror	T.H. White
65b0769	"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 anything." "Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were bothered? About something important, about something real?"	time world books reality work life bother kerosene lifetime reality-check observation real important create ignorance destruction thought creativity creation	Ray Bradbury
3bd2bdf	But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.	friends sadness real	Scott Westerfeld
2c24070	The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion. Goodness is connected with the attempt to see the unself, to see and to respond to the real world in the light of a virtuous consciousness. This is the non-metaphysical meaning of the idea of transcendence to which philosophers have so constantly resorted in their explanations of goodness. 'Good is a transcendent reality' means that virtue is the attempt to pierce the veil of selfish consciousness and join the world as it really is. It is an empirical fact about human nature that this attempt cannot be entirely successful.	illusion good real transcendence human-nature	Iris Murdoch
a41bf52	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.	solitude stars river real peace	Ray Bradbury
2afceb4	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.	marriage love real	Cassie Mae
e3407b6	I'm the perfect girl. You read about me in Maxim or whatever. I tell dirty jokes like I'm one of the guys, and I'm sitting there in my panties and bra so you can see I'm a piece of ass in the bargain. Except I'm real, so I come with all kinds of complications.	bargain bra complications dirty-jokes perfect-girl panties real	Garth Ennis
0d24b51	"We are all ghosts," Morris Klapper said at last. "We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratching to become real. We are told that life is full of goals and that, although it is sadly necessary to fight, you can at least choose your war. But we learn that for ghosts there can only be one battle: to become real. A few of us make it, thus encouraging other ghosts to believe it can be done."	war morris-klapper necessary-to-fight to-become-real real goals ghosts	Peter S. Beagle
b889533	Only a real man has the right to stand at the pinnacle.	pinnacle real	James Clavell

c709555

For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child's boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word as a criticism is itself derivative). We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. , the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blase: . I've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls. It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.

human derivative secondhand-experience seen-it-all real personality-traits

Gillian Flynn

0bb5f54

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.

youth truth ideals real nostalgia

W. Somerset Maugham

53386c8

"Be careful, though." "Aren't I always?" "No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless."

real

Veronica Roth

99fd141

It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

reality real movies

anthony burgess

78781d0

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.

mind real what-is-on-the-inside

Anne Brontë

8c48ab4

"He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked. - "Nothing" he said. - "Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything." I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-" - "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman." - "Never seen it."

lover lovers silence life love real-life awkward flirt gorgeous looking-at-me natalie-portman turn-me-on vendetta john-green boy the-fault-in-our-stars real girl smile smiling beautiful hazel

John Green The Fault in Our Stars

2b04835

She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.

relationships imaginary real

Louisa May Alcott

6e1fde5

There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

real

Jean Rhys

394bf4e

A man who is not a father to his children can never be a real man,

man real father

Mario Puzo

9528123

as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.

fiction philosophy imaginary symbolic real ideology

Slavoj Žižek

dde930c

The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.

real perfect person

Christine Feehan

f9951fc

Silk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. But you can never rip it! If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say "This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it" ? Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It's the man who is stupid!

delicate strength-of-a-woman stupidity inspirational-life inspirational-quotes strength wisdom inspirational parable stupidity-of-man gentle parables genuine silk soft real wisdom-quotes fake

C. JoyBell C.

ca802d4

"My belief is that when you're telling the truth, you're close to God. If you say to God, "I am exhausted and depressed beyond words, and I don't like You at all right now, and I recoil from most people who believe in You," that might be the most honest thing you've ever said. If you told me you had said to God, "It is all hopeless, and I don't have a clue if You exist, but I could use a hand," it would almost bring tears to my eyes, tears of pride in you, for the courage it takes to get real-really real. It would make me want to sit next to you at the dinner table. So prayer is our sometimes real selves trying to communicate with the Real, with Truth, with the Light. It is us reaching out to be heard, hoping to be found by a light and warmth in the world, instead of darkness and cold. Even mushrooms respond to light - I suppose they blink their mushroomy eyes, like the rest of us. Light reveals us to ourselves, which is not always so great if you find yourself in a big disgusting mess, possibly of your own creation. But like sunflowers we turn toward light. Light warms, and in most cases it draws us to itself. And in this light, we can see beyond our modest receptors, to what is way beyond us, and deep inside."

light prayer truth real

Anne Lamott

cb69570

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.

paper-town real popularity

John Green

2067336

Damn real live people, getting in the way of peaceful ideals.

live people peaceful ideals real way

John Scalzi

85e21ed

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.

memories past real surreal remembering

Haruki Murakami

5d6f549

"What's done is done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future And we're wasting time, when already we've wasted enough. We've got everything ahead, waiting for us." Just the right words to make me feel real, alive, free! Free enough to forget thoughts of revenge." --

time revenge free thoughts future fin alive finished wasting-time goodbyes real complete done waiting wasted everything

V.C. Andrews

b699c1f

We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.

real dreaming mystery

Ruth Rendell

e8d5948

There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...

sleep dracula real stalking vampires

Nicky Raven

dc62081

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

dream real

Jodi Picoult

b1e9ae1

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.

paper-boy two-dimensions real

John Green

98cdf3e

"Let's burn our masks at midnight and as flickering flames ascend, under the witness of star-clouds, let us vow to reclaim our true selves. Done with hiding and weary of lying, we'll reconcile without and within. Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns, we'll greet the glorious birth of dawn;

inspiration motivational inspirational motivational-quotes being-real true-selves true-self carpe-diem real burn authenticity masks

John Mark Green

a40ba8d

Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real?

disaster real

Walker Percy

629bcef

"Have you ever been on a roller coaster, Togawa-kun?

life real

Inoue Takehiko

d6565cc

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.

real

Markus Zusak

1c39b1d

I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

feelings people dissapear thrown-away real

Gillian Flynn

235a3fd

Your imaginary friend isn't the problem, Amanda. The problem is that you don't seem to have any real friends.

death imagination fantasy friendship love imaginary-friend real psychiatry

Rebecca McNutt

bdcb869

I stood there, watching her. The whole world was a dream, I realized. Everyone was acting in a bad soap opera. The whole world was one big FOX TV show.

dream reality fox-tv real fake

Blake Nelson

1585446

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

beauty-queens real pretty

Markus Zusak

5e52bf1

"This was real life, not a book. And in

fiction life someday real legacy

Danielle Steele

7821b82

DeLois lived up the block on 142nd Street and never had her hair done, and all the neighbourhood women sucked their teeth as she walked by. Her crispy hair twinkled in the summer sun as her big proud stomach moved her on down the block while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem.

free inspirational big judgmental judging real afro-hair natural

Audre Lorde

1965caf

I suppose the best way to tell the story is simply to narrate it, without an effort to carry belief. The thing did not require belief. It was not a feeling of horror in one's bones, or a misty outline, or anything that needed to be given actuality by an act of faith. It was as solid as a wardrobe. You don't have to believe in wardrobes. They are there, with corners. (The Troll)

real horror

T.H. White

65b0769

"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 anything." "Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were bothered? About something important, about something real?"

time world books reality work life bother kerosene lifetime reality-check observation real important create ignorance destruction thought creativity creation

Ray Bradbury

3bd2bdf

But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

friends sadness real

Scott Westerfeld

2c24070

The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion. Goodness is connected with the attempt to see the unself, to see and to respond to the real world in the light of a virtuous consciousness. This is the non-metaphysical meaning of the idea of transcendence to which philosophers have so constantly resorted in their explanations of goodness. 'Good is a transcendent reality' means that virtue is the attempt to pierce the veil of selfish consciousness and join the world as it really is. It is an empirical fact about human nature that this attempt cannot be entirely successful.

illusion good real transcendence human-nature

Iris Murdoch

a41bf52

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.

solitude stars river real peace

Ray Bradbury

2afceb4

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.

marriage love real

Cassie Mae

e3407b6

I'm the perfect girl. You read about me in Maxim or whatever. I tell dirty jokes like I'm one of the guys, and I'm sitting there in my panties and bra so you can see I'm a piece of ass in the bargain. Except I'm real, so I come with all kinds of complications.

bargain bra complications dirty-jokes perfect-girl panties real

Garth Ennis

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"We are all ghosts," Morris Klapper said at last. "We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratching to become real. We are told that life is full of goals and that, although it is sadly necessary to fight, you can at least choose your war. But we learn that for ghosts there can only be one battle: to become real. A few of us make it, thus encouraging other ghosts to believe it can be done."

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Only a real man has the right to stand at the pinnacle.

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James Clavell