Quotes About Realism

You're not a realist unless you believe in miracles.

To understand life, people look at mountains and waves - this is romanticism. To understand life, you need to look at a busy intersection - this is realism. You look at the crossroads and think where they are all in a hurry, after all, they do not have time to live, they are in a hurry to do stupid things, they hurry to their graves.

A realist is a man of action, because he does not dwell too much on reason when the results or the end will not satisfy the means. It is the reality that matters most.

A realist speaks from experience and from a worldly point of view, rather than getting too involved in heavenly affairs.

A true citizen must be a realist both at heart and mind.

As a realist, I can argue that there is no fire without smoke and not the other way around.

As a realist, you must give me the watch and not the time.

My political views are that I am a realist and humanist.

You can't be a realist while believing in the big bang. Drop one concept to fit with your desires.

It Isn't actually much of an encouragement to me to read the stories about Jesus. I might as well take encouragement from watching a great athlete run a four-minute mile. Sure, it's a fine sight, but at my age and with my weight I would be lucky to do a mile in 10 minutes, let alone four. I can watch a ballet dancer on stage with great delight, not because I can copy him, but precisely because I know I can't.

There are no heroes in most of my stories. I look at our society with a critical eye and find nothing extraordinary in the people I see.

I am old enough to know something of the world and young enough to hope for something better.

You wish to sail a ship up stream by lighting a fire under its decks, I have no time for such nonsense.

One must never ask more from fortune than she can grant.

The disjuncture from politics, on the other hand, springs from something which concerns all these poets: the shattered nature of Scottish consciousness, which isn't a low flat floor of peasant culture on which all stand together but a wild junk-yard of high culture fragments, English imports, oral traditions of 'the Scots commons' and proletarian 'socialist realism' from the thirties.

Whenever serious and competent people need to get things done in the real world, all considerations of tradition and protocol fly out the window.

I don't write 'romance' stories, but character love stories, like the short story fiction published at Romantic4Ever.com and at WeddingNight.com, with romance of the heart and of adventure, in its many, many human varieties, as seen through the eyes and hearts and bodies of realist characters; whether about military special forces regiments, mail order brides in the outback, class-crossed samurai lovers, wealthy Victorian 'minorities,' or luscious vampires of another color.

Don't get me wrong, we're not the fucking Partridge family or anything. We don't all go on picnics and hold hands.

To make a faithful picture, come as close as possible to copying the object as it is.' This simple-minded injunction baffles me; for the object before me is a man, a swarm of atoms, a complex of cells, a fiddler, a friend, a fool and much more. If none of these constitute the object as it is, what else might? If all are ways the object is, then none is way the object is. I cannot copy all these at once; and the more nearly I succeeded, the less would the result be a realistic picture.

Compelling and poetic, Four Letters of Love spirits the reader away to a magical, mist-clad coastline, inhabited by a passionate people, and unfurls like some epic poem which has been handed down in song, generation to generation. Half fable, half tragic realism, its musical rhythm is unforgettable

The sense of incredible realism that many people experience when interacting in virtual worlds with virtual people is known as presence.

T]o give the children a sense of magic. Nobody attends to this enough. They give them too much realism. They can see it all on the box, they can see frightful things there. But they're not being given a world to escape to … the world of the imagination. Children must have an escape line somewhere.

Sometimes you know you've got a chance with a girl because she wants to fight with you. If the world wasn't so messed up, it wouldn't be like that. If the world was normal, a girl being nice to you would be a good sign, but in the real world, it isn't.

Better to accept what you cannot change and learn to adapt than rail against the immutable and end up wasting time and effort.