You find out who your real friends are when you’re involved in a scandal.
Acting is, to me now, artificial. Seeing people suffer is real. It couldn’t be more real. Some people don’t like to look at it in the face because it’s painful. But if nobody does, then nothing gets done.
I sweat real sweat and I shake real shakes.
I like the connection with fans and people who have been supportive of me. And I love the idea of real feedback and a two-way street, which is very, very modern.
I have never wanted to be a queen! Cleopatra was a role, and I am an actor, so it was fun to play one, but it’s not real.
You must always know the past, for there is no real Was, there is only Is.
Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.
I told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didn’t understand. But I made myself believe her. I was a real girl now. But what was I before?
Real love shouldn’t be disposable.
The truth is, I don’t have a real clue what love is – how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.
Real love finds you once, if you’re lucky.
I’m a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they’ll see the real me.
But hey, I’m not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?
I like to read away as much of the afternoon as possible, until real life rears its ugly head.
Mostly what happens in the novels never happened in real life.
When you’re conscious and writing from a place of insight and simplicity and real caring about the truth, you have the ability to throw the lights on for your reader.
I try to write the books I would love to come upon that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness – and that can make me laugh.
The real payoff is the writing itself, that a day when you have gotten your work done is a good day, that total dedication is the point.
Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, “I hate you, God.” That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you’ve had in months.
One key factor in the downward spiral in our educational system is that there is too much stroking and too little real feedback.