Quotes About Authenticity

De hecho, tiene más. Porque al menos yo no finjo ser lo que no soy.

As you speak I swear I can hear words being selected, one after another, from the word-box you carry around with you, and slotted into place. That is not how a true native speak, one who is born into a language.' 'How does a native speak?' 'From the heart. Words well up within and he sings them, sings along with them. So to speak.

Poznati su mi kao i vama mnogi, mnogi na?ini da sami sebe zavaramo. Ali kako ?emo živeti ako ne verujemo da znamo ko smo i ko smo oduvek bili?

Es esto el amor, esta generosidad natural, este sentimiento de ser comprendido por fin, de no tener que fingir?

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere. Una

Follow your own nature.

The right approach to life is one that hungers to know as many truths as one can and to avoid as many falsehoods as possible.

Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses and the avoidance, and trying to be someone else, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumbass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right buddy: Our future has come

Man, you cannot be real, the human said softly. Why not? You just can't. She laughed a little. Well, I am. He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. Mind if I ask you to prove it? How? Can I touch your hair?

Marie-Therese : Something needs to be done about that gentleman caller of hers. Xhex : Something was, but it didn't go far enough. And if he's a gentleman, I'm Estée fucking Lauder.

Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating. Butch

not in the stupid-ass Miley Cyrus poser-sex way—and

You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It's not a good strategy for us—and if this makes you feel like you're on the spot? As if I'm giving you an ultimatum? I don't care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down—even if it is you.

Isn't it wonderful not to have to be perfect to be loved?

At the end of the day, people have to earn the right to be in your life

The thing was, when you served another, when you lived a role determined by someone else…you could not go back to that constriction once you found out who you truly were. She

Then again, when you were facing the right person? None of the things they talked about on television, no Vera Wang dress, no champagne waterfall, no DJ or place setting or party favor mattered. "'I

Yeah, I'm not a virgin and I hate writing.

Ehlena was naturally lovely, with fine small features and that strawberry blond hair and those long, lean limbs. Her lips were pink because they were pink—not from some eighteen-hour, glossy, frosted grease coat. And her toffee-colored eyes were luminescent because they were yellow and red and gold all mixed together—not from a whole lot of paint-by-numbers shimmery shadow and slathered-on mascara. And her cheeks were flushed because he was getting under her skin. -Rehv's thoughts

Sometimes, pretending to be normal was the very best antidote to weirdness. Fake-it-until-you-make-it was more than psychobabble bullshit.

Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. "You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We're talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table

And it was hard, when you were in a dark place, to be around those who were not. You didn't want to bring anybody down, but you also couldn't fake the happiness.

The first inhale was— Pretty fucking awful. A

Gift wrapping one's words does not change the nature of truth. Autumn looked back out to the snowy landscape and the river that was partially frozen. And I would rather know what is real than live a lie.