Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it feels real good.
To me, the real ‘state of the union’ is found in how Americans react to current events.
You want to meet a bunch of really friendly people? Go to a Slayer concert. There’ll be some real psychos there, but most of those people will take care of each other.
I’m not like paparazzi. I never force myself on anyone. I always ask, and some places offer money. And so I try and get these photos to give you, the viewer, a real look at what I was seeing.
So I’m more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It’s weird being here. It feels like I’m standing next to my real life.
Discipline is money in the bank. A real friend, true strength.
I’m just shallow and self-interested, and don’t get out much because I’m afraid of real commitments.
Americans should demand real news, more transparency and more truth.
My objection to supernatural beliefs is precisely that they miserably fail to do justice to the sublime grandeur of the real world. They represent a narrowing-down from reality, an impoverishment of what the real world has to offer.
Real life seeks the gentle slopes at the back of Mount Improbable, while creationists are blind to all but the daunting precipice at the front.
Not only is science corrosive to religion, but religion is corrosive to science. It teaches people to be satisfied with trivial non-explanations and blinds them to the wonderful real explanations that we have within our grasp.
All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal.
It must be remembered that there is no real reason to expect anything in particular from mankind; good and evil are local expedients – or their lack – and not in any sense cosmic truths or laws.
I came from a real tough neighborhood. Why, every time I shut the window I hurt somebody’s fingers.
I came from a real tough neighborhood. Once a guy pulled a knife on me. I knew he wasn’t a professional, the knife had butter on it.
My golf game is getting real good. Last week, I got through the windmill.
Nurture your own confidence and make it real; don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.