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

When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.

Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.

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

Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.

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

It doesn't happen all at once. You become. It takes a long time.