Quotes About Authenticity

The peculiar property of truth is never to commit excesses. What need has it of exaggeration? There

Najve?a sre?a života je ube?enje da smo voljeni zbog nas samih, ili još bolje, uprkos nas samih.

The peculiar property of truth is never to commit excesses. What need has it of exaggeration?

Sophie was too old for lies and too young for the truth.

Bitterness would do you good. All that smiling and pretending of yours would give me hives.

Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

If I had told him the truth long ago, or had danced and drunk and sung more, maybe he would have seen me instead of a dependable, ordinary mother. He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted; to be loved and admired. Now i think perhaps I'd like to be known.

You either belong here,, wild and untamed yourself, or you don't.

Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. —The Velveteen Rabbit Margery Williams

This is my resolution for the New Year. I will be honest with myself. I'll keep my eyes open. I'll see what's there, not just what I want to see.

If I had told him the truth long ago, or had danced and drunk and sung more, maybe he would have seen me instead of a dependable, ordinary mother.

If I had told him the truth long ago, or had danced and drunk and sung more, maybe he would have seen me instead of a dependable, ordinary mother. He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. My drill instructor used to say that all the time. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to. I

People don't lie accidentally. It's not like tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

Home was a state of mind, the peace that came from being who you were and living an honest life.

Love wasn't a great, burning brushfire that swept across your soul and charred you beyond recognition. It was being there, simply that.

He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

It doesn't do any good to hide out in life, Mia. That's how you used to handle things. You're stronger now.

Learn to be happy with real life. Throw away your silly romantic novels.

Dad seemed older, his skin more lined and creased. He smiled in that way of his, the way he did everything in life, full tilt, no explanations, no regrets, no safety nets. You knew Tom Walker in a glance, because he let you in. You knew instantly that this was a man

Mon Dieu, Isabelle, must you always speak whatever is on your mind?" Isabelle had heard this criticism all her life, but why should she hold her tongue? No one listened to her either way.

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think I'd like to be known.

want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.