Quotes About Authenticity

Was waren sie doch alle für Schauspieler! Alle, wie sie dastanden. Aber was spielten sie? Das, was die anderen sehen wollten? Das, was sie selbst gern sein wollten?

The unicorns lifted their heads. Of course they weren't white. Why were things in this world always white-washed? Their hides were brown and grey, mottled black, and pale yellow like the autumn sun drifting through the damp fog above.

You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

This life is real too. We're communicating aren't we?

Our level of development is fairly obvious with tennis or piano playing, where it is impossible to pretend. But it is not so obvious in the areas of character and emotional development. We can pose and put on for a stranger or an associate. We can pretend. And for a while we can get by with it - at least in public. We might even deceive ourselves.

How deeply do any of us know our own selves? Ask yourself. We hold a picture of how we wish to be and hope it goes forever unchallenged. Passing through life never pursuing aspects of our natures with which we'd rather not reckon. Dying strangers to ourselves.

As far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with being an odd duck. I figured some people have edges that don't allow them to slot into the holes society expects them to fit into, that was all.

If I start giving people what they like I'll turn into one of them and I don't want to be one of them I want to be one of me.

I don't think there's anything wrong with telling the truth. I know it isn't fashionable.

Don't settle for a normal life. Not when you can enjoy the wonderful weirdness of being who God created you to be.

Love never dies, what is within is more important than what is without, the best is not always the most obvious, and once you've loved truly, Thor, then you know the way.

The truth was that I didn't know which I was. I wasn't allowed to claim the thing I felt and I didn't feel the thing I was supposed to claim.

if it's great reverence you're looking for, or earnest expressions of gratitude - well, then you don't work with kids.

Sometimes when I speak, I feel like I'm writing dialogue for the character of myself. I'm impersonating a normal human when really I'm a confused freak.

Something inside me clenched. So often, people let you down; so often, situations turn out disappointingly. But occasionally someone recognizes, acknowledges, your private and truest self.

Why would I want to stew in my aloneness?" "Because you're scared." "What am I scared of?" "Getting hurt. Knowing another person really well and another person knowing you really well. Feelings you can't make fun of. Interactions that go on for long enough that they maybe turn a little awkward or a little tedious instead of ending after ten minutes with a zinger.

Puteam continua sa fiu vechea Lee, cea buna si incompetenta, Lee cea draguta si plina de fisuri, un Labrador flocos si auriu, care nu poate sta departe de nicio balta si se tot intoarce acasa cu blana uda si mirosind neplacut.

In their articles and on the air, political journalists loved including local color (meat on a stick at the state fair, polka bands, caucuses held in a gun shop or grain elevator) in inverse proportions to how much they'd disdain such spectacles in their actual lives, off the job. A reporter had once told me that if she was getting dinner on her own on the road, she would choose a restaurant by googling the zip code and kale salad.

I was me, Hillary, but I also was a vessel and a proxy.

It turns out a disproportionate number of people in the music industry grew up privileged, and many of them will go to great lengths to make you think otherwise. For sure, there are also a lot of musicians who overcame obstacles, including no money, and those people are usually more talented and much more enjoyable to hang out with.

So often, people let you down; so often, situations turn out disappointingly. But occasionally someone recognizes, acknowledges, your private and truest self.

And if I was looking at that, would I pick you out from everyone else and say, 'That's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen'? If I'm being honest, no. But human beings aren't static images. We're dynamic and kinetic, and it's like I said before—right away, I wanted to talk to you, and every time I've talked to you since I've always wanted to keep talking to you.

as if there's a clear distinction between real and fake for any of us. Aren't we all performing the role of ourselves?

Another of my pet peeves is that the female characters used to be all sort of cutesy, like having flour on their nose after they baked cookies and not knowing it. And now they're all a mess, like waking up really hungover and getting fired. I want to create characters who aren't flawless but also aren't ridiculous or incompetent at life.