Quotes About Real

I like photography because it is a reality medium, unlike drawing which is unreal. I like to mess with reality...to bend reality. Some of my works beg the question of is it real or not?

The beauty one can find in art is one of the pitifully few real and lasting products of human endeavor.

In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary.

I am a real person that cares about his art and cares about what he's doing - I have a heart and a soul and want to touch people and give.

Underground electronic music is art - fundamentally it's based on contemporary art, culture, dance, and real music. If you look at EDM, how many of those cultural standpoints are the same?

I didn't want make art about the internet at all. It's a really hard subject to take on and I did not set out to do that. But, it was real and it was what was happening.

Mystery is the art of eliciting unseen things hidden in the shadow of natural ones... and serving to demonstrate as real the things that are not.

There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!

I think that the most exciting thing is to find a tool, like an art, with an opportunity to share. Real roots come from everywhere in the world. Why call is congress? Because it is a congress.

I mean, certainly it's the single biggest event, I think, in terms of popular entertainment, or art even, if you say that, of the 20th Century. It's been film. It's the 20th Century's real art form.

This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.

General belief is "There is no real magic, only tricks" but a great magician compel people not to trust that belief and make them believe, after all "There does exist a real magic".

Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.

they had grown up, their time had come. And best of all, it was real. To my beloved children, Beatie, Trevor, Todd, Nick, Sam, Victoria, Vanessa, Maxx, and Zara, May all your fairytales be real, May evil never touch you

The insane conspiracy theories that motivate people who commit antisemitic violence reflect a fear of real freedom: a fondness for tyrants, an aversion to ideas unlike their own, and most of all, a casting-off of responsibility for complicated problems. None of this is a coincidence.

these last twenty years is so obviously a result of two entwined products of the digital age—the catastrophic health effects of manic (and largely meaningless) mental activity, and the lack of real purpose.

If God in all of His infinite power and love were real to us, the opinions of men, either for or against us, and the honor or dishonor they may bestow would shrink into nothingness in comparison.

the real problem is a lack of clarity and definition about what a project really is, and what associated next-action steps are required.

Chaos isn't the problem; how long it takes to find coherence is the real game. —Doc Childre and Bruce Cryer

Maybe that was the real reason why the place was called the White House, thought Robie.

La gente vera non parla mica così formale.

The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death. It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over: This is water. This is water. It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out.

Boo, I think I no longer believe in monsters as faces in the floor or feral infants or vampires or whatever. I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there's simply no way to tell. The ones who give nothing away.

JAY: No really. Be secure. Pretend I'm a sperm cell. Here. I take the string out of the... hood of my sweatshirt, affix it to my behind for a tail, like so... LENORE: What in God's name are you doing? JAY: Pretend, Lenore. Be an ovum. Be strong. Let me hypothetically batter at you. Batter batter. Surrender to the unreal of the real interior. LENORE: Are you supposed to be a sperm, wriggling your sweatshirt-string like that? JAY: I can feel the strength of your membrane, Lenore.