Reality is a formless lure, And only when we know this Do we dare to be unreal.
Maybe money is unreal for most of us, easier to give away than things we want.
The real in me longs for peace. The unreal in me longs for power.
The unreal is natural, so natural that it makes of unreality the most natural of anything natural. That is what America does, and that is what America is.
To be truthful, I think golfers are overpaid. It's unreal, and I have trouble dealing with the guilt sometimes.
I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do.
Once you are real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.
My dad was a huge basketball influence in my life on and off the court. Playing for him and having him around, having him push me harder than maybe another coach would have was a huge blessing for me. Getting to play with my brother was an unreal experience at Oklahoma, in college, it's some of the funnest times I've had in basketball, and I'll cherish those memories forever.
There is nothing as unreal as life
Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
I think there's a vague sense out there that movies are becoming more and more unreal. I know I've felt it.
Life can seem rather unreal at times. Alive and well and loving one day. No longer there the next.
I became a writer because during several of the most important years of my life, writing seemed to me to be the most unreal, unattractive, and unecessary idea ever imposed upon the human race.
What I am seeking is not the real and not the unreal but rather the unconscious, the mystery of the instinctive in the human race.
Only the right name gives beings and things their reality. A wrong name makes everything unreal. That's what lies do.
I believe these stories exist because we sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives: the parent who punches instead of kissing, the auto accident that takes a loved one, the cancer we one day discover living in our own bodies. If such terrible occurrences were acts of darkness, they might actually be easier to cope with. But instead of being dark, they have their own terrible brilliance. . . and none shine so bright as the acts of cruelty we sometimes perpetrate in our own families.
Perfection is shallow, unreal, and fatally uninteresting.
It is easier to argue that something nobody believes in actually exists than it is to argue that something everybody believes in is unreal.
You become so encapsulated in this world of being a star. People listen to what you say, you have this voice, it becomes unreal and you become far removed from the people you came from.
Unalloyed love of God is the essential thing. All else is unreal.