Quotes About Authenticity

The truth is that sometimes it is hard even for me to recognize the Hillary Clinton that other people see.

Reality is the lifeblood that makes a work pulse with energy. Reality itself is entertainment!

Livet är inrättat för de gamla, därför är det en olycka att vara ung. Det är inrättat för de tanklösa och slöa, för dem som ta falskt för äkta eller till och med föredrar det falska, därför är det en sjukdom att tänka och känna, en barnsjukdom som man måste gå igenom innan man blir man...

Realism...has no more to do with reality than anything else.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

He stares at me as though I am a stranger, but I have never felt less like one. For the first time, we are both unmasked.

What if the way I am is the way I am? What if, when everything else is different, I'm not?

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to removes it.

You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.

We labor under so many illusions about ourselves until we're stripped bare. Being infected, being a vampire, it's always you. Maybe it's more you than ever before. You, distilled. You, boiled down like a sauce. But it's you as you always were, deep down inside.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong?

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what's left is all construct, all artifice.

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

All boys lie," Ben said. "And all girls lie,too. I lie. You lie. Don't pretend you don't.

I have asked you to lie to me in the past, in this very room, but I would beg you not to lie now.

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.

No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.

How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

And then I had to learn how to be a person all the time. I tried to be, for you.

What would I become if I sttoped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong?