Quotes About Authenticity

Maybe having a sex was like clothing, something to be donned over the deeper truth of being human.

Anyone who tells you her life is like a book has either been reading some bad books or is not being straight with you or herself about her life.

I think beauty can be a great lie. Sometimes the greatest lie.

CLEARING OUT CLUTTER: "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE IT BELONGS TO THE PERSON I WANT TO BE?

If the words have no heart, there is no heart.

was like I kept buying these things to be cool, but cool was always flying just ahead of me, and I could never exactly catch up to it.

He said the stadium was the only place you could express yourself openly. When a player scores, you can cheer, 'Hurray!' because you're happy, not because you're forced. You can't lie all the time!

Except we don't know if Shostakovich actually meant what he said in this article. We don't even know if it was by him. Especially later in his life, the regime would send Shostakovich articles already written and tell him just to sign his name at the bottom.

As one Shostakovich biographer put it, "Testimony is a realistic picture of Dmitri Shostakovich. It just isn't a genuine one.

You are not happy when you feel happy, you are happy when you are happy.

For a long time I thought I wanted to be a nun. Then I realized that what I really wanted to be was a lesbian.

I have no control over people's perceptions of me at all and that's one of the things I decided very early on is that I can't control the way other people think of me. All I can do, especially when it comes to my career is go out there and do cool unique kinds of things.

Eu sei que vossa excelência preferia uma delicada mentira; mas eu não conheço nada mais delicado que a verdade.

Like most people who live on the edge, she spoke with two accents, neither authentic.

I love being a woman and I was not one of these women who rose through professional life by wearing men's clothes or looking masculine. I loved wearing bright colors and being who I am.

Lucy, you're as transparent as a pane of glass, and there's not a speck of guile to be seen in you. Yet in a way you're a mystery to me.

If some people say what is in their hearts and other people say what glides easily off the tongue, how can we talk to one another?

But what was fortune? She had come to believe it was being exactly the same on the inside as on the outside. What was misfortune but the quality of existing as something, or someone else, inside?

I felt she saw into me, past every facade and flourish, and that the more she knew me, the more she loved me. I was too young, then, to know how lasting this kind of love is, how rarely it comes in one's life, how difficult it is to accept oneself, let alone another.

Was this a real story, Sparrow had wondered, or was it something like the book of records, an imagines survival?

How did a person know, he wondered, what was love and what was a facsimile of it? Did it matter? Was the thing that mattered most the action that one took - or failed to take - in the name of that feeling?

don't forget the value of who you are no matter what kind of hat you are wearing.

It is normal to be curious. The only shame is if all the musts and shoulds drown out the wants that we hear inside ourselves.

Working primarily to please others and to gain their approval takes time and energy away from children's real job of figuring out their authentic talents, skills, and interests.