Quotes About Authenticity

And I know for a fact that those who "always have to tell the truth" are definitely lying (63)

And I know for a fact that those who "always have to tell the truth" are definitely lying.

You can't lie to your soul.

You were what you were and you are what you are. Fuck that regrets bullshit.

This is what being alive's all about, all those fucked up feelings. You've got to have them; when you stop, watch out.

To be one's self, and unafraid whether right or wrong, is more admirable than the easy cowardice of surrender to conformity.

Only a lie that wasn't ashamed of itself could possibly succeed.

There are more sure marks of authenticity in the Bible that in any profane history

We account the Scriptures of God to be the most sublime philosophy. I find more sure marks of authenticity in the Bible than in any profane history whatever.

Einen Menschen zu lieben, wie er ist, das ist leicht. Schwer ist es einen Menschen so zu lieben wie er nicht ist. In einem Menschen all das zu sehen, was er sein könnte, aber noch nicht sein kann.

Introverted feeling types have a wealth of warmth and enthusiasm, but they may not show it until they know someone well. They wear their warm side inside, like a fur-lined coat.

I study life by being close to it, this "native life" about which so little is known, and which is so disfigured by the descriptions of those who, not knowing it, insist on describing it anyway.

You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.

Don't let them tame you.

Tú puedes creer que eres libre, tú puedes creer que eres feliz, tú puedes creer que deseas esto o aquello, pero yo sé mejor lo que eres, lo que deseas, lo que te libera

Feelings demand living space.

Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.

Pretend that you are clever, wise, brave, calm, courageous. Pretend, and some of the time you can forget it is pretence.

He that jokes confesses.

Falsehood is never in words; it is in things.

Your first book is the only one that matters. Perhaps a writer should write only that one. That is the one moment when you make the big leap; the opportunity to express yourself is offered that once, and you untie the knot within you then or never again.

Instead of making myself write the book I ought to write, the novel that was expected of me, I conjured up the book I myself would have liked to read, the sort by an unknown writer, from another age and another country, discovered in an attic.

The difference between the true and the false is only a prejudice of ours.

There can be no love if one does not remain oneself with all one's strength.