The recognition of the false is already the arising of the real.
Sometimes, whether you like it or not, people elevate you. It’s real easy to fall.
When I had a child, everyone was telling me that I was going to see the world through her eyes, and everything was going to get this nice gloss to it. I kept waiting for that to happen, and thought there was a real problem with me that it wasn’t.
Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more trouble and war than all other classes of mankind.
The finest friendships are between those who can do without each other.
For our own success to be real, it must contribute to the success of others.
We all create the person we become by our choices as we go through life. In a real sense, by the time we are adults, we are the sum total of the choices we have made.
Only a man’s character is the real criterion of worth.
No writing has any real value which is not the expression of genuine thought and feeling.
Most women, I think, though they may complain a little about this, would agree that meeting the needs of others is not a real burden; it is what makes life worth living. It is probably the deepest satisfaction a woman has.
To some of us, hunger was more academic than real, but we must try to develop the ability to feel the urgency of such a situation.
Feelings, too, are facts. Emotion is a fact. Human experience is a fact. It is often possible to gain more real insight into human beings and their motivation by reading great fiction than by personal acquaintance.
The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be lived – not always looked forward to as though the “real” living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow.
Stand true to your calling to be a man. Real women will always be relieved and grateful when men are willing to be men.
We think sometimes we’re only drawn to the good, but we’re actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties.
Memories are the only real gifts we can leave our children.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
Also, I could finally sleep. And this was the real gift, because when you cannot sleep, you cannot get yourself out of the ditch – there’s not a chance.
Real, sane, mature love – the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school – is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.