enjoying the danger—more imaginary than real, yet still…

What fills us is real, sweet, dopey, funny life.

— Anne Lamott

I do watch what I eat but I've got a real sweet tooth.

— Jessica Ennis

“Now here (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) all is real, sweet, and pure”

— Charlotte Brontë

Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.

— Federico Fellini

“A good novel is the biography of an imaginary person--and when the biography is completed, the person is no longer imaginary; he is as…

— William Edmund Barrett

An interlude of false innocence has passed. Today, as we enter the post-photographic era, we must face once again the ineradicable fragility of our…

— William J. Mitchell

True knowledge of good and evil as we possess is merely abstract or general, and the judgment which we pass on the order of…

— Baruch Spinoza

Even the very youngest children already are perfectly able to discriminate between the imaginary and the real, whether in books or movies or in…

— Alison Gopnik

Actors speak of things imaginary as if they were real, while you preachers too often speak of things real as if they were imaginary.

— Thomas Betterton

Once you realize that the world is your own projection, you are free of it. You need not free yourself of a world that…

— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in…

— Joe Hill

There are two kinds of Arctic problems, the imaginary and the real. Of the two, the imaginary are the most real.

— Vilhjalmur Stefansson

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“The difference between imaginary and real object creates a continuos desire”

— Lars Fr. H. Svendsen

In discovering books, you became free to explore the full range of human motives, desires, secrets, and lies. All my life, people have scolded…

— Betsy Lerner