Quotes About Authenticity

Hell, bravery didn't have anything to do with it. I was shitfaced.

What choice do I have but to be myself? Everyone else was already taken.

Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.

What is real is always worth it.

I'd seen a couple of Claire's movies now. She was transparent, heartbreaking. I would be afraid to be so vulnerable. I'd spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily.

What's real is always worth it,' she explained to me. 'Look how it's made.' She showed me the shoulders, the way they were knit together with a separate yoke instead of a seam. 'You'll wear it your whole life.

She never seemed more complete, more sure of herself. Not trying to please anyone anymore. Page 292

people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They were blind sleepwalkers on tightropes, fingers scoring thin air.

But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They

I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They were blind sleepwalkers on tightropes, fingers scoring thin air.

If you didn't have anything truly great to offer, something truly amazing, then you should just shut the fuck up.

So much for those gleanings from novels, from paintings, as if love were a matter of posing in picturesque dishabille. No. You went into it as a tiger encountering another tiger. You went into it like a person jumping off a bridge.

But she was sure old Henry'd showed up with the other granola-heads, lit incense and rang finger cymbals and blew some pot, no doubt, in John's memory. Om rama rama. Did John Lennon really want all that? Was that what he was about? From what she'd heard, the guy'd had some wit and brains - did he really want to be the dead guy of the hour, like a melting centerpiece?

I don't want to inhabit the human world under false pretenses.

What, in all the world , could I do to earn my living and still live as myself, as I knew myself to be. Temporary masks, I knew, had their place; everyone was wearing them, they were the human rage; but not masks cemented in place until the wearer could not breathe and was eventually suffocated.

Photography is a medium of inescapable truthfulness. The camera doesn't know how to lie.

Listen to me, not to her. I am authentic. I speak with authority. Go to the full texts of the journals, the letters home, and the rest. They will tell you what you want to know.

I'm not gonna say something unless I really feel comfortable around you. Unless I feel like I know you, I'm not gonna really open up.

Popularity isn't my compass. Unless it can help one to act, to be understood... that's what counts.

Love cannot long survive without truth. Nor is truth really truth unless it is integrated with love.

Anybody can make jokes. But unless they come from conviction, and there's truth in them, you haven't nailed it. They aren't as funny as they could be, and they don't make a point.

You're never going to catch me calling myself a hero unless I'm joking.

Self-exploration is very painful, but unless you do that, you will never know who you are and who you want to be.

I don't feel like me unless I have my hair shaved. So even when I'm an old lady, I'm going to have it.