Quotes About Authenticity

Lying wastes more time than anything else in the modern world.

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.

The Velveteen Rabbit By Margery Williams

Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. ? The Velveteen Rabbit

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." ? Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

I think if you want to eat more meat you should kill it yourself and eat it raw so that you are not blinded by the hypocrisy of having it processed for you.

A smile becomes you or perhaps you become you when you smile.

Now you are in the true world, and a great deal more is required of you. Here you must befriend real wolves, and lure real birds down from the sky. Here you must endure real people around you, and we are not uniformly kind; we are damaged and impulsive, each in our own way. It is harder. It is not safe. But it is what you were born to.

Edith's mother used to say, 'An immaculate home is a sign of a misspent life.

It's about who I am right now. That I have value and worth as a person just being who I am. I don't have to do things or achieve something for approval, for love. For you to love me.

I'm not something you fix like a broken plate or revise like a term paper. I'm a person. You love a person by accepting who they are, not constantly fixing them or trying to shape or change or teach them.

If you are a woman and dare to look within yourself, you are a Witch. You make your own rules. You are free and beautiful. You

Great artists are people who find the way to be themselves in their art. Any sort of pretension induces mediocrity in art and life alike.

so often my own emotions were hidden not only from other people but from myself. or perhaps it was the other way round: i was hiding from them.

Maybe it only hurt so much because my body was in a solid state . . . I always tried to keep up appearances, and yet at the same time the thing I really wanted, the one thing I truly desired, was my liquefaction.

For the record, I would have made a very lousy romance heroine.

I would have made a very crappy book heroine.

The older I get, the more I realize that what other people think about me has little to do with who I am. … We can't change other people, and we can't force them to see us the way we would like to be seen.

We are made of awkward.

instead of the smoldering, soul-baring, Abelard-to-Heloise-sans-castration solicitations you rightfully deserve, you're getting stupefying lines like: "I'm listening to NPR. Do you want to come over and make out?

I'm a hoax, a dying boy who's grown wings.

You are strong enough to sing as you wish, not as your pain has forced you to. You aren't your hurt. You're other than that. You are not the broken things you've been. Look at yourself. You're living, not a singer in the midst of her deathsong.