Quotes About Authenticity

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly... Only after we have lost everything, are we free to do anything... Throw things out there and not be perfect and not have answers to anything and see if people understand

Love is a special word, and I use it only when I mean it. You say the word too much and it becomes cheap.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself -- to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.

We do not fall in love with the package of the person, we fall in love with the inside of a person.

True friends are like diamonds; precious but rare. Fake friends are like fall leaves; found everywhere.

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are.

Never consider marrying anyone based solely on material or financial means. Have a pure heart and motives for being with someone and not a goal to use people for your own selfish reasons. It is better to be alone instead of living a luxurious life and wasting time with the wrong person.

Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.

Life is life Itself. No, words can exactly describe life, but living life truly defines it.

Life isn't about how popular you are... What girl or boy you are dating or who you know. Life is about always being true to who you are or what you believe in. Never let anyone convince you that their way is better than your way. In the end all we have is our hearts... and our minds. This is the reason why we sing... this is the reason why we cry... this is why we live.

The meaning of life is to love yourself completely, free yourself and others from guilt and become totally visible no matter what the risk.

Look at the real reality beneath the sham realities of things and gadgets," Leonard always tells me. "Look through the eye in your heart. That's the meaning of Indian religion.

Full nakedness! All joyes are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be, To

Feelings are facts. Look straight at 'em and deal with 'em. Work it through, as honestly as you can. If God is anything like a middle-class white chick from the suburbs, which I admit is a long shot, it's what you do about what you feel that matters.

Now is not the time for my attitude to come out of hiding.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

Jesus often calls us to risk. He asks us to be vulnerable, to be authentic, so others can see Him in and through us.

This same Jesus, though, didn't say we had to be in relationship with everyone. We are not to 'throw [our] pearls to pigs.' (See Matthew 7:6.) He didn't deeply entrust his heart to Pharisees. You see him slipping through the throng of people bent on killing him. Often he withdrew from crowds in order to be with his Father. His is a story of connection with others, yes, but it's also a reminder that relationships don't come with an easy-to-understand blueprint.

But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

My breaths shuddered, still hot in my chest. I knew I had made a big mistake, but it was a glorious one, and I wanted to make it over and over again. But there was something in his eyes, something genuine and earnest and true that made me pause. This was more than just making the best of it, this was something taking root, a seed being planted. But it was a seed that couldn't be planted.

Ragged clothes?" He grabbed my hand and examined it. "Chipped nails? Those aren't enough to disguise what's inside. You'll always be you, Lia. You can't run from that.