Quotes About Authenticity

No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.

My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.

I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true, and I couldn't hide the truth much longer. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.

What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

I am not cruel — only truthful.

I don't really know,' I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true. It sounded true, and I recognized it, the way you recognize some nondescript person that's been hanging around your door for ages and then suddenly comes up and introduces himself as your real father and looks exactly like you, so you know he really is your father, and the person you thought all your life was your father is a sham.

I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world. How much of my solicitude for other human beings is real and honest, how much is a feigned lacquer painted on by society, I do not know.

I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon. Until then I'm lost. I think I am mad at times.

Unless you can be yourself, you won't stay with anyone for long. You've got to be able to talk. Spend your nights learning, so you'll have something to say. Something the attractive intelligent man will want to listen to.

I felt very happy. To think that I didn't have to torture myself sitting in a smoke-filled room with a painted party smile, watching my date get drunk

I hate saying anything to a group of people. When I talk to a group of people I always have to single out one and talk to him,and all the while I am talking I feel the others are peering at me and taking unfair advantage. I also hate people to ask cheerfully how are you when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say Fine

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.   I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.

Privilegiul de a fi oricine îÈ™i arat? È™i cealalt? fa?? - a presiunii de a fi ca toat? lumea È™i prin urmare - nimeni.

No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter.

I am furious with myself. My disguises no longer protect me.

Unless you can be yourself, you won't stay with anyone for long.

I don't really know, I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.

Face it, kid: unless you can be yourself, you won't stay with anyone for long. You've got to be able to talk. That's tough. But spend your nights learning, so you'll have something to say.

Miért ne próbálhatnám föl a különféle életeket éppúgy, mint a ruhákat, hogy lássam, melyik illik rám és hozzám a legjobban?

I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say "Fine.