Truths are more than imagination; they are real. Yet their origin is a thought in the mind of God.
The seeker of God is the real lover of vidya, unchangeable truth; all else is avidya, relative knowledge.
After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it’s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it’s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
The closer you get to your dream, the more your personal legend becomes your real reason for living.
The Soul of the World is nourished by people’s happiness. And also by unhappiness, envy, and jealousy. To realize one’s Personal Legend is a person’s only real obligation. All things are one.
Real love changes and grows with time and discovers new ways of expressing itself.
I needed to talk about my real personal history, in order to become free of it.
Comparing objects like cars, houses, clothes, and defining life according to those comparisons, instead of trying to discover the real reason for being alive.
We must be amusing at all times and sneer at those who express their real feelings; it’s dangerous for a tribe to allow its members to show their feelings.
There are two kinds of world: the one we dream about and the real one.
Fine words lack all meaning when we are confronted by real suffering.
The only real danger to our country is from within, that we forget our own power to be what we want to be.
The highest civilizations – the longest to last and I believe the most successful in human terms – are those which have come the closest to achieving real understanding and mutual appreciation between men and women.
For no country is a true democracy whose women have not an equal share in life with men, and until we realize this we shall never achieve a real democracy on this earth.
There will be no real content among American women unless they are made and kept more ignorant or unless they are given equal opportunity with men to use what they have been taught. And American men will not be really happy until their women are.
Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
The real thing that we renounce is the tenacious hope that we could be saved from being who we are.
If we knew that tonight we were going to go blind, we would take a long, last real look at every blade of grass, every cloud formation, every speck of dust, every rainbow, raindrop-everything.
All ego really is, is our opinions, which we take to be solid, real, and the absolute truth about how things are.
The real meaning of courage was the personal sacrifice of Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King.