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#real

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #real




You'll see some bad things, but if you didn't see them, they'd still be happening. ↗


— Paula Fox


#realism #slavery #truth #truth-telling #slavery

I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, "Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet. ↗


— Gabriel Rheaume


#detroit #religious #spirituality #suicide #surreal

Have a religion but don't let religion have you! Befriend God because you wanted to, not because they have said it to you. ↗


— Janina Lea Dela Peña


#religion-meaning #religion-philosophy #religion

We're living in science fiction, but we don't realize it. ↗


— Terry Pratchett


#realize #science-fiction #science

I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending. ↗


— Julie Kagawa


#real

Justice is what is good for the stronger. ↗


— Thrasymachus


#political-science #realism #science

Why is it that when you don't want to think about something, you can't stop thinking about it? ↗


— Stella Lennon


#teens #teen

I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better? ↗


— Jess C. Scott


#books #cool #culture #desire #emotion

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot On my bed, my green comforter draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us. In my own life, the years are beginning to stack up like a Guinness World Record’s pile of pancakes, yet I’m still searching for some kind of syrup to believe in. In the shadows of my pink sheet, I see your face, Desnos’ face, and two clock faces staring at each other. I see a gaping wound that ebbs rose petals, while a sweaty armpit holds an orchestra. Beethoven, maybe. A lover sings a capella, with the frothiness of a cappuccino. Starbucks, maybe. There’s an hourglass, too, and beneath the sands lie untapped oil reserves. I see Dali’s mustache, Magritte’s pipe, and bowling shoes, which leaves the question-- If you could time travel through a trumpet, would you find today and tomorrow too loud? ↗


— Jarod Kintz


#carrot #dali #future #magritte #poem

Exit, pursued by a bear. ↗


— William Shakespeare


#legend #surrealism #theater #surreal






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