Quotes About Authenticity

1) Who are you? 2) What do you do? 3) Why does it matter?

If a man writes clearly enough," said Hemingway, "anyone can see if he fakes.

When the external actions of a company align with its internal culture, the brand resonates with authenticity.

Trust yourself. Think for yourself. Act for yourself. Speak for yourself. Be yourself. Imitation is suicide.

Character is what you know you are, not what others think you have.

Finding your voice is like finding your self.

Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.

Putting it bluntly, having women pretend to be men may be a quick fix, but it doesn't get to the heart of the problem.

But all tactics of that type tend to leave women still feeling on the outside, impersonators of rhetorical roles that they don't feel they own. Putting it bluntly, having women pretend to be men may be a quick fix, but it doesn't get to the heart of the problem.

truth is beautiful, even when it is ugly. I

The rule is simple: People with integrity are predisposed to perform; people without integrity are predisposed not to perform. It is best not to get the two confused.

The Japanese say we have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends and family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.—Unknown

People who told the truth didn't have trouble with details. Liars sometimes did.

The more complex the strategy, the less truth there is in it.

Why couldn't people just be who they were? Womanizers, drinkers, liars, and manipulators, instead of pretending around it all, hiding the secrets like dirty laundry stuffed under a bed, and then dying, so the grieving got whammed with two losses—the flesh-and-blood bodies and the images they thought they knew.

We're so busy trying to please those we care about, that we lose track of what's important to us.

Maybe Jenny and Grace weren't so different from the butterfly… maybe they both needed to simply be who they were, stop trying to wish themselves into something else, someone else… or their color would get rubbed off… by unmet expectations, friends, family… even themselves. Maybe it was time to learn to accept who they were… time to learn to protect their color.

Why do some women feel their only value is in their body? Why do they continue to stuff their shapes into too-tight dresses, their feet into stilettos, their brains into closed vaults that can't breathe and subsequently suffocate? Why do they tuck and nip and smooth when the ultimate beauty isn't on the surface at all? And why do they not see this?

Some people are too good to be real; I'm too real to be good.

Boys frustrate me. I hate all their indirect messages, I hate game playing. Do you like me or don't you? Just tell me so I can get over you.

The only people who make love all the time are liars.

Love, in distinction from friendship, is killed, or rather extinguished, the moment it is displayed in public.

We all need friends with whom we can speak of our deepest concerns, and who do not fear to speak the truth in love to us.