Best 255 quotes in «real life quotes» category

Nobody in real life ever takes me seriously.

Just getting to talk to that person [Woody Allen ] in real life was pretty wild.

People in real life cuss God out when they're angry. That's all real.

Now I'd like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!

Nothing is wrong - whatever is happening is just "real life.

One of the things that draws writers to writing is that they can get things right that they got wrong in real life by writing about them.

Poetry either pulses with real life or it's just an aborted simulacra. There's no middle ground.

The image you see of me out in public is really different from who I am in real life.

Photography, for me, is a lot like web surfing in real life.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

Playing a villain was fun, only because you get to do all the things you wouldn't normally do in your real life.

The point,' Ms. Conyers continued, "is that no word had one specific definition. Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life.

Unfortunately, real life doesn't have a remote control.

When you make movies based on real life, you try to exaggerate it.

When I emerge from filming I feel slightly out of synch with real life, but it's also a relief.

A deus ex machina will never appear in real life so you best make other arrangements.

A hundred years ago, this City[...]'s energy production, its food and fuel, came from all over the world, often traveling thousands of miles. People used energy just to ship more energy to the places that needed it. When you’re high on fossil fuel fumes, I guess almost anything can make sense.

Ah youth, youth! That's what happens when you go steeping your soul into Shakespeare

A lot of churches and church people give God a bad name. There's a scripture in the Bible that says the traditions of men make the word of God of none effect. That's so true. All our religious rituals dilute the reality of who God is and make a lot of people not want to have anything to do with Him. I had to learn to reject 'Churchianity' and not Christianity.

And naturally, everything they tell about in books can happen in real life, but not in the same way. It is to this way of happening that I clung so tightly.

And when had a critical eye ever helped me, really? Nobody likes the girl who points out all the inherent sexism on The Bachelor. But people are charmed byt the girl kvelling about nail art, boba tea, and the homeopathic benefits of ayahuasca.

Anyone who knows more than me in a certain area is an expert compared to me.

A small event as tiny as a drop of a pin can change the direction of your entire life

As often happens between people who have chosen different ways, each of them, while rationally justifying the other's activity, despised it in his heart. To each of them it seemed that the life he led was the only real life, and the one his friend led was a mere illusion.

A vida real não nos concede muitas possibilidades mais do que úteis que as pessoas podem ter na ficção.

Being a writer is 1% inspiration, 50% perspiration and 49% explaining you're not a millionaire like J.K.Rowling.

You have to experience real life before you can understand what it means to really worship. That's it.

You know, real life doesn't just suddenly resolve itself. You have to keep working at it.

A real definition of life lies in our daily thoughts and the steps we take to or away from what is distinctive and noble.

[...] as Kurt Vonnegut pointed out [...] the literary novel has become extraordinarily privatistic of late. It's as if the big issues (Does God exist? from whence springs decency? what sort of species is Homo Sapiens?) were either settled or not worth discusssing, and serious writers should therefore confine themselves to their various ethnic heritages and interpersonal relationships.

Being poor, living in poverty, seemed a lot like probation - the crime being a lack of means to survive.

But by the time you’ve worked long enough, hard enough, Real Life (which insists on being capitalized as if it were a personage with a proper name and a right to barge into this rental unit called your life) begins to reveal itself as something other than effort, other than accomplishment. Real Life wishes to be left to its own purposeless devices.

But you don’t really mean to say that you couldn’t love me if my name wasn’t Ernest? GWENDOLEN: But your name is Ernest. JACK: Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do you mean to say you couldn’t love me then? GWENDOLEN (glibly): Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we know them.

By their actions, they will show you who they are.

C'est un vieil homme auquel on ne peut plus donner d'âge, sec, boucané, fripé comme des pommes reinettes oubliées sur les planches d'un fruitier, mais qui garde encore, sous leur peau ridée, une chair ferme et saine.

Child, use your brain. Think on your feet. Being polite and reserved is how we were raised, but we learned the hard way that the rest of the world isn't that way. I've perceived from conversation that you comprehend such things, like that swordplay with whatsit... that Titmouse, or whatever his name was. In other words, child, propriety has its place, but don't let your guard down. In real life, you never know who the plagers of Intrigue really are, or what they stand for.

Dance is the art closest to nature, to real life.

David started to sense acute paranoia, it was tangible, seeping from their pores. They felt themselves isolated and vulnerable, they couldn’t be trusted to be anything like rational. They hadn’t been at the meeting on Ames yacht, David told himself. They hadn’t seen how everything had hung in the balance, the whole plan. They had made the same mistake as most conspiracy theorists, the dispossessed and uninitiated, who concoct their viewpoints from the outside, with limited data – they had assumed everything was under control and running like clockwork.

Det var tomt i kiosken. Kan en disk satt en tjukk olding av en dame. Far hadde gitt meg en femtilapp. Feriepenger kalte han det. Det blir ikke mye ferie for femti kroner - Dronningen av Arne Berggren

Don't cross the boundaries.

Do you know why we show respect to life when it shows none to us? Family is the answer

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

Every agent has a Sig Weiss—as a rosy dream. You sit there day after day paddling through oceans of slush, hoping one day to run across a manuscript that means something—sincerity, integrity, high word rates—things like that. You try to understand what editors want in spite of what they say they want, and then you try to tell it to writers who never listen unless they’re talking. You lend them money and psychoanalyze them and agree with them when they lie to themselves. When they write stories that don’t make it, it’s your fault. When they write stories that do make it, they did it by themselves. And when they hit the big time, they get themselves another agent. In the meantime, nobody likes you.

Everyone has the right to doubt everything as often as he pleases and the duty to do it at least once. No way of looking at things is too sacred to be reconsidered. No way of doing things is beyond improvement.

Family is the only why of life

Fiction was fine, but real life was the true freak show.

First partakers of love are always enveloped with the real intention

For our kind, there's always the burning to be more. (...) that is why true human beings feel more pain. Because we are more, but it's never quite enough - never.

Fred!" the nurse said, though they had never met. "How are we today?" Reading the nurse's name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, "Bernard! We're mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?