Quotes About Authenticity

The way of the true self is always the way of humility. Pride and arrogance move us toward our false self, but humility and love allow us to live the truth of our being.

My body may be male or it may be female, but I am neither — I am me.

When people ask what I do, I say: "I'm a teacher." or: "I proofread legal documents." or: "I hand out jalapeño humus dip at Trader Joe's." I say, to myself, mostly: "I'm alive, motherfucker. What else do you want?"

Yet for some reason, we as a society have collectively decided it's better to have millions of human beings spending years of their lives pretending to type into spreadsheets or preparing mind maps for PR meetings than freeing them to knit sweaters, play with their dogs, start a garage band, experiment with new recipes, or sit in cafés arguing about politics, and gossiping about their friends' complex polyamorous love affairs.

Yet even in the best of cases, the need to be on call, to spend at least a certain amount of energy looking over one's shoulder, maintaining a false front, never looking too obviously engrossed, the inability to fully collaborate with others —all this lends itself much more to a culture of computer games, YouTube rants, memes, and Twitter controversies than to, say, the rock 'n' roll bands, drug poetry, and experimental theater created under the midcentury welfare state.

he could finally give himself to emotions that he had held in check all during his early life.

Of course. And you said I was one of a kind, and that if I cried 'cause of them, then you see it upside down, and it's like I'm laughing 'cause of me.

Amore è il fatto che tu sei per me il coltello con cui frugo dentro me stesso". -------- Non si può guarire solo con le parole. Ammalarsi sì. Probabilmente non è molto difficile. Ma consolare? Far riviere? Per questo occorre vedere degli occhi di fonte a sè, toccare delle labbra, delle mani, un corpo che si ribella e strepita contro le tue idee infantili di astrattezza "pura". Cosa c'è di puro? Cosa c'è di puro in me ora?

And there will be a time, not for long, a month is enough, or a week, when every single person will be able to completely fulfill what they were meant to be—everything their bodies and souls have offered them, not what other people have dumped on them.

You describe your reality in the highest resolution even when it's a nightmare and in doing so, you live your own life, not a cliche others have formulated for you.

voglio che tu sappia tutto di me, voglio che tu mi conosca nella mia nudità, nei miei piccoli calcoli e nelle mie ansie meschine, nella mia stupidità, nelle mie vergogne e nella mia infamia.

If I had to play only for people who liked the music because they heard it on the radio, it wouldn't make me happy. That's why I'm working so hard to have, yes, a profile as an artist, but also a profile as a DJ.

On this path, we are making a bet that underneath all of that, you are big and powerful and good. All of that power, that wisdom, and that excellence is your true nature. All you have to do is carve away and drop the bullshit.

Why do you say that?" "Because you don't hide your feelings very well. You never have." "Maybe that's because I don't try.

The answer is not more hours, it's less bullshit.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

When our identities are tethered to externals, our sense of self-worth is always in danger. In the end, we become hypersensitive, insecure, and discontent, always comparing ourselves to the next parent, the next young professional, the next pastor across town. But

If you aren't free of yourself how will you ever become yourself?

Keep up self-definition and you'll never be apparent.

The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.

It is very good advice to believe only what an artist does, rather than what he says about his work.

The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty,you know you're an artist.

Should a traveler, returning from a far country, bring us an account of men wholly different from any with whom we were ever acquainted, men who were entirely divested of avarice, ambition, or revenge, who knew no pleasure but friendship, generosity, and public spirit, we should immediately, from these circumstances, detect the falsehood and prove him a liar with the same certainty as if he had stuffed his narration with stories of centaurs and dragons, miracles and prodigies.