Realitee Quotes & Sayings

Work is my hobby, staying sober is my job. — Christian Slater

I believed, up to last week, that Adam was somehow coming back. But I wouldn't trade that optimism for anything, because the other option is no fun. — Michael Diamond

In matters concerning religion, I consider myself not a child but an adult with 35 years of experience. — Mahatma Gandhi

I think if you're not willing to wear your own clothes, you're doing something wrong. If you're not wearing your own line, you're taking all the fun out of it. — Lauren Conrad

It's funny when someone says to you 'you're hot' and all that, because I don't think of it in that way. — Kate Winslet

I would be virtuous for my own sake, though nobody were to know it; as I would be clean for my own sake, though nobody were to see me. — Anthony Ashley Cooper

People are more than just the way they look. — Madeleine L'Engle

I never thought of myself as quiet or much less silent ... is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one millions times but never once into it. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Here, her hand in mine was the one reality that severed us from the cold click-clack of Hell. I rubbed her hand and she sighed; wasn't that meaning? Wasn't that something we could cling to? I could be with this other. I could form no other relation, but maybe her hand in mine was enough, both sufficient and necessary. In Hell there was no sense of place, because all places were the same. Uniform monotony. A place without place. A place without context. But, here, now, I could rub her hand and she would sigh. She was a difference. Perhaps each person was the only difference in all these halls of unchanging ranks of books, kiosks, clocks, and carpet, and that, and that, at least, we had to hold to. — Steven L. Peck

Alina," the Darkling repeated, his fingers seeking mine. I was surprised to find fresh tears filling my eyes.
He reached up and brushed his knuckles over the wetness on my cheek. The smallest smile touched his bloodstained lips. "Someone to mourn me." He dropped his hand, as if the weight were too much. "No grave," he gasped, his hand tightening on mine, "for them to desecrate. — Leigh Bardugo

I just want her to touch me, even if it is a lie. — S.L. Jennings

Gerald R. Ford was a decent and honorable man. Under his steady hand, the nation began the process of recovering from the terrible trauma of Watergate - the lies, distortions, cover-ups, misuses of federal agencies to exact political revenge, illegal wiretapping, burglaries. — Richard Ben-Veniste