Quotes About Authenticity

Is that the truth, Jimmy?" I ask without looking at him. "It's the truth, and it come to ya!" I smile.

I was lying to this person; that meant we really knew each other.

Napravila bih pauzu svaki put kada bi me neka ideja pogodila svojom istinitoscu, ili kad bi me neka recenica gusila mirnom ostrinom. Priznajem: pucala sam od smeha, kao sto sam I poskakivala od sramezljivosti.

i want to kiss a man if they are manly… or real.

Love is when two (or more) hearts build a safe emotional, mental, and spiritual home that will stand strong no matter how much anyone changes on the inside or the outside. It demands only one things and expects only one thing: that each person be his or her own true self.

In this life, we don't meet many people who truly love us, who accept us for who we are, who put us before themselves.

The answer: I was never actually pursuing sexual freedom. I was pursuing control, power, and self-worth. I was either acting like my mom or making someone into my mom. But rarely was I actually myself. Because, as I witnessed on ecstasy, the feeling that I'm not acceptable as I am is so fucking overwhelming that I'm terrified to let go and just be myself with anyone.

There are certain bad habits we've groomed our whole life—from personality flaws to fashion faux pas. And it has been the role of parents and friends, outside of some minor tweaking, to reinforce the belief that we're okay just as we are. But it's not enough to just be yourself. You have to be your best self. And that's a tall order if you haven't found your best self yet. That's

Suddenly I realize that the dichotomy between the false self and the authentic self that all these recovery people talk about is meaningless. It's a value judgment that's impossible to determine. A better way to think about it is the destructive self and the creative self: the you that damages your life and the lives of others, and the you that brings forth the best in yourself, is connected to others, and is in harmony with the world around you.

There's an unconscious part of ourselves we want to defend," she continues, "and it's been useful and helped us survive the difficult stuff we went through with Mom or Dad or the priest or the coach. But we don't want it driving the car anymore." She looks at me and Troy and Adam and Calvin, then concludes: "Life's not worth living if you're living someone else's life.

Someone once asked me, How are Christians supposed to act? Christianity is not an act; it is a real thing. We cannot be right with God and not be real.

Is who you are determined by what you do, or is what you do determined by who you are?

But I have never been sure that we are all talking about the same thing when we talk about love. Perhaps real love is too boring to talk about. Heartbreak is so much easier to understand that I think we might sometimes employ it as an understudy, a stand-in for the real thing.

Well, no one ever said the truth would make you happy—only free.

Anyway, I'm getting really intolerant of liars, fools, blowhards, and power freaks.

the rule is, If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it's a duck.

He did not display his locomotive or his traction engine to his fellow professors, fearing that if he did so he would not be taken seriously when he spoke on mediaeval poetry.

There are people to whom one need not show off. It's a great comfort sometimes.

interaction of these few civilizations with one another, as much as with their own environments, has been among the most important drivers of historical change.10 The striking thing about these interactions is that authentic civilizations seem to remain true unto themselves for very long periods, despite outside influences. As Fernand Braudel put it: 'Civilization is in fact the longest story of all . . . A civilization . . . can persist through a series of economies or societies.

Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion.

Everyone sees what you appear to be; few experience what you really are.

PuÅ£ini v?d cum suntem într-adev?r, dar toÅ£i v?d ce ne prefacem c? suntem.

Truth only means something when it's hard to admit.

That's why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things, like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasn't constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were, but more than that, you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered-- not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.