Quotes About Authenticity

and I confess that, like a child, I cry. Ah, self-pity; I think we are at our most honest and sincere when we feel sorry for ourselves.

Atât timp cât un num?r suficient de oameni cred c? e autentic, chiar e.

Shooting hell out of a piece of cardboard doesn't prove anything' was his single-line introduction to the Small-arms Defence Manual.

It is shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions.

But how to do feelings? All very well to write She felt sad, or describe what a sad person might do, but what of sadness itself, how was that put across so it could be felt in all its lowering immediacy? Even harder was the threat, or the confusion of feeling contradictory things.

It is shaming sometimes how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions. Who, for decorum's sake, has ever slowed his heart, or muted a blush?

It's shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions. Who, for decorum's sake, has ever slowed his heart, or muted a blush?

Don't unpack your heart. One detail tells the truth.

In Leon's account of his life, no-one was mean-spirited, no-one schemed or lied or betrayed; everyone was celebrated at least in some degree... Leon turned out to be a spineless, grinning idiot.

We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.

Lovers arrive at their first kisses with scars as well as longings. They're not always looking for advantage. Some need shelter, others press only for the hyperreality of ecstasy, for which they'll tell outrageous lies or make irrational sacrifice. But they rarely ask themselves what they need or want.

My needs were simple. I didn't bother much with themes or felicitous phrases and skipped fine descriptions of weather, landscapes and interiors. I wanted characters I could believe in and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them.

I said I didn't like tricks, I liked life as I knew it recreated on the page. He said it wasn't possible to recreate life on the page without tricks.

Was he pretending to be jealous to conceal the fact that he was?

We often tell ourselves off for wasting time in chairs, fully dressed, when we could be doing the same lying down in bed, face to face and naked.

I'm raising my glass to that love. May it never be denied, forgotten, distorted, or rejected as illusion. To our love. It happened. It was true.

No child, still less a foetus, has ever mastered the art of small talk, or would ever want to. It's an adult device, a covenant with boredom and deceit.

I was a born empiricist. I believed that writers were paid to pretend, and where appropriate should make use of the real world, the one we all shared, to give plausibility to whatever they had made up.

No child, still less a foetus, has ever mastered the art of small talk, or would ever want to. It's an adult device, a covenant with boredom and deceit.

My identity will be my precious, my only true possession, my access to the only truth.

I think it's about time that women spoke out about their real lives, rather than pretending all the time to be second-rate men

Serán necesarios largos años, escribe Václav Havel, antes de que los valores que se apoyan en la verdad y la autenticidad morales se impongan y se lleven por delante al cinismo político; pero, al final, siempre acaban venciendo. Ésta debe ser también la paciente apuesta del verdadero periodismo.

I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.

I dropped all the guards. All the leashes, all the chains, everything that ever restrained me through the discipline and fear of discovery, I let it all go. No need to hide.