Quotes About Realism

Games are quite shy at talking about different things. Most are about facing hordes of monsters or saving the world or whatever; few games actually talk about the real world, about real people, about their relationship, their emotions, their feelings.

Most of my roles have had streaks of a real girl from the real world.

When you lead change, sometimes you get arrows in your back. I mean, that's just the way the real world is.

There's a part of me that feels like it gets really frustrating to keep working in the manner that I made the book 'Shortcomings,' where everything is pretty accurate to the real world.

I want content that is relevant to my life, that is relevant to me, that is set in the real world.

I'm interested in the real world.

There are so many of these young-adult movies with these cold guys who act like jerks to girls but are hiding soft sentiments. But in the real world most guys who act like jerks are jerks. Generally they are. I spent a lot of high school thinking that horrible guys must be very sensitive and interesting and it's not true.

You have an audience that is fairly well grounded in the real world. You serve them and yourself best by making everything as real as possible.

Personally, I don't like to talk too much to the actors about the camera choices because I feel like the way I want them to perform is as if it feels very rooted in the real world and that I'm essentially stepping back and just watching and hoping they feel safe with me watching.

The social and political climate came from discussions about how we could find conflict in the wake of a 100-year-long war ending. But as we know in the real world, just because a war ends it doesn't mean that everything turns happy and peaceful. That provided us with some new kinds of conflict for us to explore in 'Korra.'

Movies like 'Gul Makai' carry an important message, such movies should be made as it shows us the struggle people go through in the real world.

Where other people live in an artificial world, I feel I live in the real world. And nothing beats reality.

In the theater there is often a tension, almost a contradiction, between the way real people would think and behave, and a kind of imposed dramaticness.

Theatre is great, but we don't live in an idealistic world, and we have to pay our bills.

A novel, even a social realist one, can't simply be a comprehensive rendering of what is. A novel requires a special angle or approach, whether in structure or language or theme, to justify itself.

Because we knew Mordor was real. We felt that their story"—that of the hobbits and others resisting the evil Sauron—"was our story too. Tolkien's dragons are more realistic than a lot of things we have in this world.

where rejection is present with neurotic anxiety, we found a certain constellation always present: The rejection was never accepted as an objective fact, but was held in juxtaposition with idealized expectations about the parent. The young woman was unable to appraise the parent realistically, but always confused the reality situation with expectations of what the parent should have been or might yet become.

We can not play innocents abroad in a world that is not innocent.

If you've lived this long, it's because you've squashed any poetry you had in you.

if you've lived this long, it's because you've squashed any poetry you had in you.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

Next time you write about a hero, put a little spice of human nature in him.

No use in trying to please everybody. No use in trying to please critics. Live under you own hat. Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember- pinewoods are just as real as pigsties, and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

like the horse in the old ballads, which Romanticism found in the medieval castle and left in the streets of our own century. The Romanticists rode the poor best until he was so nearly dead that he finally lay down in the gutter, where the realists found him, his flesh eaten away by sores and worms, and, out of pity, carried him away to their books.