real-life

No wonder many people dare not look closely at life: It's a horrible sight.

Real life... Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria

I looked for any footmarks of course, but naturally, with all this rain, there wasn't a sign. Of course, if this were a detective story, there'd have been a convenient shower exactly an hour before the crime and a beautiful set of marks which could only have come there between two and three in the morning, but this being real life in a London November, you might as well expect footprints in Niagara. I searched the roofs right along__nd came to the jolly conclusion that any person in any blessed flat in the blessed row might have done it.

After I binged last night -or was it tonight - I was convinced yet again that there were people coming to get me. It was more than just shadows and voices, more than just fantasies....it was real, and I was scared to my core.My bones were shaking...m heart was pounding...I thought I was going to explode. I'm glad I have you to talk to, to write this down. I tried to keep it all together, but then I gave in to the manes and became one with my insanity.

He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked.- "Nothing" he said.- "Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-"- "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."- "Never seen it."- "Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell."His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.

Tiffany got up early and lit the fires. When her mother came down, she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, very hard.__r_aren__ you supposed to do that sort of thing by magic, dear?_ said her mother, who__ never really got the hang of what witchcraft was all about.__o, Mum, I__ supposed not to,_ said Tiffany, still scrubbing.__ut can__ you just wave your hand and make all the dirt fly away, then?___he trouble is getting the magic to understand what dirt is,_ said Tiffany, scrubbing hard at a stain. __ heard of a witch over in Escrow who got it wrong and ended up losing the entire floor and her sandals and nearly a toe.__rs. Aching backed away. __ thought you just had to wave your hands about,_ she mumbled nervously.__hat works,_ said Tiffany, __ut only if you wave them about on the floor with a scrubbing brush.

Impression, not oppression determines the real life of a real person.

the great mountain when seen from a distance shall always seem closer to us but to get to it, and to climb to its apex to get the best view, we may need to take and experience the real walk with resilience and tenacity.

Entrepreneurs are different beasts. Beasts who don__ give a damn, who kick ass when required, who stand up to a challenge, and who rise time and again with utter disregard to fear or failure. These are the beasts who run the world.

If you want to have your dreamed husband, you better not wake up; because in real life, all men are assholes.

Though sincerity is a word which rings its meaning in the mind when it is mentioned, its real meaning in real sense is neither the meaning we imagine nor the spoken word but in action. Yes, it is action that determines what sincere means in reality. Real action that stands the test of time does not only give a true meaning to the word sincere in our mind and mind__ eye but it also creates a real picture of who a real sincere person is in our minds and mind__ eye.

Your true beliefs are known in agony

Sometimes the rope seems the only option when at the bottom of the pit. Climb it to safety.

You can truly live if you can see yourself centuries after you have died. Just imagine it. What will people remember about you, how will your grave look like? How will your children live, etc.

Life is so sweet. A man will even kiss the a** of his enemy to have his head spared

Life becomes unbearable when, instead of living it, you stop to think about it.

Some people start to live when they die