Real Quotes - Page 748

The most common thing that real reporters say to me is, "I wish I could say what you say." What I don't understand is, why can't they say what I say, even in their own way? Does that mean they want to be able to name certain bald contradictions or hypocrisies that politicians have?

I've long been against illegal aliens, partly because they distract us from an even bigger threat: real aliens.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

The energies represented by the four #‎ elements are ulitimately the fundamental realities of life that are being analysed with #‎ astrology

What we think about Paris is a part of how we feel about it. Our idea of Paris is our idea and we don't know that that's not necessarily the way it really is. It feels so real.

The crew and cast at Castle becomes more of a reality than the people I've known all my life

When you can sit down with a plain sheet of paper in front of you and make some notes, and, little by little, you see it take shape and become a concept for a movie or a TV show. That's a real thrill. You watch it go from notes on a paper to a meeting with writers and directors and actors. I can't think of anything that's more exciting.

Keep wondering whether your waking reality is a dream and you will wake up to the real.

Real beauty is when you're centered, when our mind is with the truth. That is how every baby is beautiful because they are centered.

Our goal is to go from bright to brighter to brightest, from high to higher to highest. And even in the highest, there is no end to our progress, for God Himself is inside each of us and God at every moment is transcending His own Reality.

Meditation means conscious self-expansion. Meditation means one's conscious awareness of the transcendental Reality. Meditation means the recognition or the discovery of one's own true self. It is through meditation that we transcend limitation, bondage and imperfection.

Real joy means immediate expansion. If we experience pure joy, immediately our heart expands. We feel that we are flying in the divine freedom-sky. The entire length and breadth of the world becomes ours, not for us to rule over, but as an expansion of our consciousness. We become reality and vastness.

Life can only be enjoyed as one acquires a true perspective of life and death and of the real purpose of life.

For me, I believe in God, God is real.

What real job - what political world - would want Spencer Pratt, with the stigma I’ve attached to my name?

Intelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.

It is intelligent to ask two questions: (1) Is it possible? (2) Can I do it?. But it is unintelligent to ask these questions: (1) Is it real? (2) Has my neighbor done it?

To be honest I don't really know because I really didn't care when I was writing about mixing up reality with what was not reality.

To have someone who never makes a mistake, never finds her personal life in disarray, never worries about work-life balance? I think that would be unreal. What Im writing is real.

In real life, I'm not super-posh but if that's the stereotype, I really don't care. It could be worse.

I'm always so raw and unguarded. I'm always open to everything and everyone - or at least try - so I can be vulnerable and touched by everything at all times, which in turn is really inspiring.

This is the real and urgent reason why we must prepare now to meet death wisely, to transform our karmic future, and to avoid the tragedy of falling into delusion again and again and repeating the painful round of birth and death. This life is the only time and place we can prepare in, and we can only truly prepare through spiritual practice: This is the inescapable message of the natural bardo of this life.

I know [my breasts] have opened doors for me, let’s be real.

Suburbia is too close to the country to have anything real to do and too close to the city to admit you have nothing real to do.

Are we all not, when we sit in the cinema, in the position of humans in The Matrix, tied to chairs, immersed in the spectacle run by a machine? However, a more appropriate allegory is that of the viewer himself: beneath the illusion that we "just look" at the perceived objects from a safe distance, freely sliding along them, there is the reality of the innumerable ties that bind us to what we perceive.