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You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and read more
Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.
In reality, serendipity accounts for one percent of the blessings we receive in life, work and love. The other 99 read more
In reality, serendipity accounts for one percent of the blessings we receive in life, work and love. The other 99 percent is due to our efforts.
The real distinction is between those who adapt their purposes to reality and those who seek to mold reality in read more
The real distinction is between those who adapt their purposes to reality and those who seek to mold reality in the light of their purposes.
There is only one admirable form of the imagination: the imagination that is so intense that it creates a new read more
There is only one admirable form of the imagination: the imagination that is so intense that it creates a new reality, that it makes things happen.
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. read more
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.
If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
A cause a day keeps reality away.
A cause a day keeps reality away.
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures read more
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.
