I would like to continue acting. I tell people I can’t go back to real life. I have to see how far I can go with it. I am serious about it, and I believe that it’s my calling. I think it’s what my life’s path is. It’s what God has given me. It’s what I was born to do. And so I must do it.
Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.
Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.
It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.
My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.
Authentic power is the real deal. You can’t inherit it, buy it, or win it. You also can’t lose it. You don’t need to build your body, reputation, wealth, or charisma to get it.
The more I run, the more I want to run, and the more I live a life conditioned and influenced and fashioned by my running. And the more I run, the more certain I am that I am heading for my real goal: to become the person I am.
The real competition is against the little voice inside you that wants to quit.
We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.
What we call education and culture is for the most part nothing but the substitution of reading for experience, of literature for life, of the obsolete fictitious for the contemporary real.
The real pleasure of one’s life is the devotion to a great objective of one’s consideration.
The real Brahms is nothing more than a sentimental voluptuary. rather tiresomely addicted to dressing himself up as Handel or Beethoven and making a prolonged and intolerable noise.
A child hasn’t a grown-up person’s appetite for affection. A little of it goes a long way with them; and they like a good imitation of it better than the real thing, as every nurse knows.
The unconscious self is the real genius. Your breathing goes wrong the moment your conscious self meddles with it.
The real moment of success is not the moment apparent to the crowd.
Religion is a great force – the only real motive force in the world; but what you fellows don’t understand is that you must get at a man through his own religion and not through yours.
Human misery is so appalling nowadays that if we allowed ourselves to dwell on it we should only add imaginary miseries of our own to the real miseries of others without doing them any good.
The real Brahms is nothing more than a sentimental voluptuary.
The more reasonable a student was in mathematics, the more unreasonable she was in the affairs of real life, concerning which fewtrustworthy postulates have yet been ascertained.
The function of the actor is to make the audience imagine for the moment that real things are happening to real people.