Real
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I do smoke in real life. A lot. We're all smoking right now in fact.
First of all my real full name is Lloyd Vernet Bridges III.
Love in the real world means saying you're sorry 10 times a day.
The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make — not just on your wedding day, but over and over again — and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
The real tragedy of the poor is the poverty of their aspirations.
Money was never a big motivation for me, except as a way to keep score. The real excitement is playing the game.
Real generosity is doing something nice for someone who will never find out.
I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.
All real education is the architecture of the soul.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.
Songs are my diaries; they always have been. You have to put your trust in everyone because putting down those real, personal details and thoughts that make a song authentic also opens you right up. I am constantly misunderstood; a lot of people just don't get me.
It's our own small voice within that is our oppressor; it says we are not worthy and not powerful enough. Our limited beliefs are the real foes we need to fight and conquer.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Nothing that has value, real value, has no cost. Not freedom, not food, not shelter, not healthcare.
Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.
Well, real estate is always good, as far as I'm concerned.
It's — the working class of San Francisco and the Bay Area is being pushed out of its old neighborhoods because of the skyrocketing cost of housing, and there's no real working class left because these are jobs for engineers and managers and designers — very smart people.
All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today.