[We learn] from heartbreak that love is not for idealists, but realists; it should always be passionate, but it is always dangerous. That infatuation is a game of power, but love leaves us powerless--and it is our dignity in its aftermath that defines us.

Any power that doesn’t give you benefit is not a power.

Lots of people like rainbows. Children make wishes on them, artists paint them, dreamers chase them, but the Aquarian is ahead of everybody. He lives on one. What's more, he's taken it apart and examined it, piece by piece, color by color, and he still believes in it. It isn't easy to believe in something after you know what it's really like, but the Aquarian is essentially a realist, even though his address is tomorrow, with a wild-blue-yonder zip code.

Almost everyone is overconfident--except the people who are depressed, and they tend to be realists.

I know he’s a realist, he’s okay with being alone, and he helps people when he thinks no one is watching.

Most people are optimists, although they may claim they are not. People who call themselves realists are often the biggest optimists of all.

A realist is a slave to reality.