Quotes About Real

Celebration heartily done makes our deprivations and sorrows seem small, and we find in it great strength to do the will of our God because his goodness becomes so real to us." —Dallas Willard, The Spirit of the Disciplines8

It's part of why I came to Los Angeles. My real work. I kill the dead.

The necromancer is the Blue Fairy to my Pinocchio and I want to be a real boy again.

I should walk away from everything? Become a monk, watch movies, grow old, and complain about the old days when we had real movies and not 3-D holograms? I hate 3-D almost as much as I hate soup.

I have a life. A real one. And not all of it is with you.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

For the scientist, at exactly the moment of discovery—that most unstable existential moment—the external world, nature itself, deeply confirms his innermost fantastic convictions. Anchored abruptly in the world, Leviathan gasping on his hook, he is saved from extreme mental disorder by the most profound affirmation of the real.

A Bush Administration will, I believe, enjoy a better relationship with the new Congress, although President-elect Bush will be faced with real challenges in getting along with the Congress.

Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." "A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that's not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring." "A real date.

Melbourne, I always knew you'd need to learn about this kind of thing. I 'd just kind of hoped you'd learn it on a real guy.

Lissa looked taken aback, but Jared Sage—my father-in-law now, I realized?showed nothing but contempt. "This is ridiculous. Humans and Moroi can't be married. That's your way, as well as ours. This isn't a real marriage." "Not according to the state of Nevada," I said cheerfully. "We've got the paperwork to prove it. Get us a laptop, and we can all look at the wedding pictures together.

The book was The Count of Monte Cristo. I held it up, needing to make a joke, needing to do anything to make this less real. "I saw the movie. Your subtle symbolism isn't really all that subtle. Unless you've hidden a file inside it." "The book's always better than the movie.

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." "A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that's not part of an assignment. Or about something boring." "A real date.

It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, between what's real affection and what's someone wanting to take advantage of you. But when you feel the real thing...well, you'll know.

Of course they're real people. They're Oompa-Loompas...Imported direct from Loompaland...And oh what a terrible country it is! Nothing but thick jungles infested by the most dangerous beasts in the world - hornswogglers and snozzwangers and those terrible wicked whangdoodles. A whangdoodle would eat ten Oompa-Loompas for breakfast and come galloping back for a second helping.

In fairy-tales, witches always wear silly black hats and black cloaks, and they ride on broomsticks. But this is not a fairy-tale. This is about REAL WITCHES. The most important thing you should know about REAL WITCHES is this. Listen very carefully. Never forget what is coming next.

But this is not a fairy-tale. This is about REAL WITCHES.

their anxiety, justified or not, was genuine

The real fun of conspiracy hunting comes when you realize you can't trust anyone, as all the paranoids know.

Everyone froze. In real time the whole sequence had probably taken ten seconds. In the slow motion of crisis time it had unreeled in ponderous elegance, and the crystalline immobility that followed was intensified by the lingering smell of gunfire, like an olfactory echo of the big bang.

I am for the artist, who is more alone than he looks. I am not for the reformer, who is always active but usually has nothing to give. The real thing that you do is a lonely thing. And remember the paradox that you become more social in order that you may become more of an individual.

If you have the kind of intelligence and instinct that will point you in the right direction, playing the rebel will not be dangerous. But if you are mediocre ... you are better off learning from your predecessor's knowledge and experience, which are based on something real.

I'm talking about doing something good for mankind. Imagine how awesome everyone would feel if they knew all that holy stuff was real. -Gregori Stuff? Four years of giving sermons, and that what I get back? Holy stuff?