Best Real You Quotes

The real you is not a puppet that life pushes around, the real deep down you is the whole universe.

There is a spark of good in everybody, no matter how deeply it may be buried. It is the real you.

No, ghosts are real. You can see them, touch them, and hear them. But they do not exist. Which is why science ignores them. But to claim they are a fabrication and do not exist because science ignores them is a mistake. Because ghosts are real.

But what’s real? You can’t find the truth. You just pick the lie you like best. As long as you know that everything’s a lie, you can’t hurt yourself.

The Real You isn’t damaged goods. The Real You is the light of the universe.

The more boundless your vision, the more real you are.

When you put your preferences on the altar of your life and say: THIS. THIS is what compels me. The real you emerges.

When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you see the real you, or what you have been conditioned to believe is you?

Once you are real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.

When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.

The more real you get, the more unreal things get.

Experience what’s happening now, and make your surroundings real. You don’t have to invent an environment: it already exists.

Be yourself and the right people will love you.

What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what’s real. You couldn’t imagine it if it weren’t real somewhere, sometime.

The real you is timeless and beyond life and death.

Your personality – the real you inside – was the price of beauty.

I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible…something real you could grab and hold on to, but it’s a not-there feeling.

Long for what is real. You will then have no time for worrying over what may never happen.

There’s real beauty in pushing yourself to expose the real you in more ways.

I just think, you know, when we talk about a politician, I think a person has to be themselves. Let the voters see the real you.

The real you is on the side of God against the false self

Any actor who is being honest will admit there’s always a small or large part of the real you in every character. It’s impossible not to have that.

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

It is your causal body that is the real you. At the end of each incarnation, it carries the knowledge and karmic patterns of that lifetime, in addition to all of your other previous lifetimes, into your next lifetime.

I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.

The more real you get, the more unreal everything else is.

Basically you come up with the fictional idea and you start writing that story, but then in order to write it and to make it seem real, you sometimes put your own memories in. Even if it’s a character that’s very different from you.

But the point is, now, at this moment, or any moment, we’re only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us – the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we’ll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream.

Most people do not know themselves. The real you is not that person you are when times are great, the real you shows when everything goes wrong. Can you hold on, can you keep pushing or do you quit?

You can’t make money without selling something real. You can’t make something real without first imagination manifesting itself in your head. You can’t have imagination without surrendering yourself to an idea that you want to create something of value to other human beings.

People say to me, ‘How do I know if a word is real?’ You know, anybody who’s read a children’s book knows that love makes things real. If you love a word, use it. That makes it real.

I find it easier to cry than I do to laugh convincingly. It’s incredibly hard to pull off a laugh that feels natural take after take after take, that feels real. You can tell a fake laugh the minute you hear it, and that’s something I really struggle with more than producing tears.

That’s the ego talking. But it’s not the real you. You are a good and wonderful person. You are kind. You have a compassionate nature.

You’re here, I continued. At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

It’s easy to smile just to make other people feel better. But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges and the lines where your smile ends and the real you, the sadness (me) or the anger (Grandma) begins.