Quotes About Authenticity

I'm glad to hear that what belongs to me can't be swayed by the pretty words of others.

I want you. God, I want you. But only if it's real.

words of a man were meaningless. But actions spoke volumes, and it was always through deeds that the true measure of a man could be ascertained.

Guilt is bullshit. I don't want it. Don't need it.

I'll never ask for something you can't give, Serena mine. I only want what you freely offer. I only want you. With me, belonging to me. Me protecting you, cherishing you, honoring you with my every breath, with my body, my soul and my heart. What we have isn't fantasy. You may have convinced yourself that it isn't real, but it doesn't get any more real than what we've shared.

When are you going to stop running from them, Regina? From yourself?

He shook his head. "No games, Serena. That isn't what this is about. If you want games of cat and mouse, disobedient slave to punishing master, you're better off with someone else. As much as this is a fantasy and not your reality, in the time you're with me, it will be real. In all ways.

However, because they have no actual interests of their own (or if they do, they squelch them in order to fit in) and merely pursue those that they think will look best on their college apps, they're zombies.

Always be true to your friends, just as you are to yourself.

If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not. He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.

I realized that life is so short: Why waste one minute of it worrying what other people think or say about you, or what score you got on some test? Why not believe what you want to believe, and do what you love?

Some people can seem perfect... everything about them can, on paper, be just right. Until you get to know them. Really know them. Then you find out, in the end, while they might be perfect to every one else, they just aren't right for you.

Honey, You ain't a hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you.

And you know what? Maybe Michael didn't write those notes. And maybe he doesn't think I'm the Josiest girl in school. But he thought I looked nice in my pink dress. And that's all that matters to me.

A lot of stuff, I've noticed, gets manipulated by writers when it's shown on television—even so-called reality television—and makes us think we're supposed to think and act and look certain ways, when the true reality is totally the opposite. Often there's no "right way" to look or think or act, but because we've been so conditioned by the media to think so, we actually mistrust our own better judgment.

I'm not some shy virginal college student who only owns one shirt.

But I'm living proof you don't have to spend a lot in order to look great.

And I like a good horror story as much as the next person so long as they kill off some men too and not just girls. But the voices Joan heard were real. There's clear and substantiated proof they were real.

Because the best,most long-lasting love has a magic all its own,and doesn't need any help from witchcraft.

I reached out and wrapped both my arms around one of John's. "Promise me we'll never be like them, okay?" I asked, with a shudder, nodding at Seth and Farah. "Calling each other babe in that annoying way?" "We could never be like those two," John said, leading me away after giving Seth one last stony-eyed glare.

Pizza Hut isn't real pizza, I tell them. The way that balloon of Big Bird they fly in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade isn't the real Big Bird.

Oh, Grandmère," I said in English. "I don't want to be a princess. I just want to be me, Mia.

I understand you love him and UR down/ But that don't mean you gotta be his clown.

It's just that one thing I've learned from all of this is that we don't have very much time here on Earth. So why waste it putting up with other people's crap?