Quotes About Authenticity

If I turn into another, dig me up from under what is covering the better me

When someone is living in the vapors of his happiness, when he no longer has many words at his disposal, simply "God bless you", "May God reward you," then people should not attempt to wash him, should not wash off what is good for him, should not try and clean him up for a new life that does not exist.

Ald?rm?yorum, geliÅŸigüzel, ya, öyle mi, diyorum, çünkü birbirimize söylediÄŸimiz say?l? ÅŸeylerle, ona gerçekten söylemek istediÄŸim aras?nda bir hava boÅŸluÄŸu var; istediÄŸim ona her ÅŸeyi söylemek, ama tek yapt???m burada oturmak...

If you believe in yourself and what you're doing with your life, stand tall and don't make excuses for who you are. 

People look at the outside of a person and assume they know everything there is to know about the inside of that person. The trouble is a few coats of paint and some new shutters can do a lot for the exterior of a house, but tell you nothing about its foundation or its ability to weather life's storms. I would say the same is true of people.

I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.

Edvard: Du har levat i en konstgjord värld, insnärd i konstgjorda känslor. Jag måste lära dig och dina barn att leva i verkligheten. Det är inte mitt fel att verkeligheten är ett helvete

În ciuda faptului c? port o masc?,nu sunt nesincer.Intui?ia mea vorbe?te repede ?i clar,sunt prezent în deplin?tatea fiin?ei mele.Masca este un filtru.Nimic din ceea ce este personal ?i care nu are nici o importan??,nu trebuie s? treac? prin ea.Tumultul din mine trebuie ?inut în frâu.

I only exist here as a formality. — Ingmar Bergman, from the screenplay The Passion of Anna (1969)

Mes vaidiname daug vaidmen?. Kai kuriuos šiaip, d?l smagumo, kitus d?l to, kad kitiems taip norisi. O dažniausiai - kad apgintume save.

I'm no pessimist. I don't loathe art because I couldn't live without devoting all my time to it. I love it as the only end of my life. Everything I do connected with it gives me intense pleasure. But still, I don't see why the whole world should be taken up with art, demand its credentials, and on that subject give free rein to its own stupidity. Museums are just a lot of lies, and the people who make art their business are mostly imposters.' -Picasso

However, its authenticity is doubted by many. (See: THE RED RECORD (1989), translated by David McCutchen.)

It is not whether you really cry. It's whether the audience thinks you are crying.

I have no regrets. I wouldn't have lived my Life the way I did if I was going to worry about what people were going to say.

Quand je lis quelque chose je suis frappée tout de suite par peut-être une certaine vérité dedans n'est ce pas ? Quelque chose de sincère, et c'est pas nécessaire que c'est tragique ou un drame ca peut être aussi une comédie mais il faut avoir quelque chose de vraie.

Hey... don't lose to the world, to that common sense thing the world embraces.

They felt a strange happiness, an urgent need to reveal their hearts to each other- the urgency of lovers, which is already a gift, the very first one, the gift of the soul before the body surrenders. 'Know me, look at me. This is who I am. This is how I have lived, this is what I have loved. And you? What about you, my darling?

Heureux sont ceux qui peuvent aimer et haïr sans feinte, sans détour, sans nuance.

uncorny, human sized drama

could anyone know when an actor was true and not acting?

One should go easy on smashing other people's lies. Better to concentrate on one's own.

We are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. But we cannot just walk into the cavern and look around. Most of what we think we know about our minds is pseudo-knowledge. We are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value.

Anything that consoles is fake.

I so want to give him my notebook--I want to be a real person--he should read my book--I work for him, I cook for him, I'm Doris--Doris isn't just some piece of dirt. I don't want to be innocent, I want to be the real Doris here and not that silly civilized product of the Green Moss's imagination.