Quotes About Authenticity

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

I almost let the best thing that ever happened to me slip away because I was hung up on ideas of what I 'should' want. Sometimes there is no 'should,' there's only a single chance to grab on to happiness.

Live your life, Sahara. Live it as big and with as much color as you can stand to bear. Don't let anyone or anything - the family, Silence, the wight of your ability, even my need to keep you close - confine you again.

What was that?" "Really excellent sex." "You were trying to sex me into submission." "Did it work?" A lazy grin as he turned to look at her. "I was just trying to be me.

He didn't care about the cameras, just wanted to touch her. He could do that now without crossing dangerous lines because Kit thought it was all make-believe. But when he wrapped her hand firmly in his and held it against his thigh, he meant it. And when he tugged her close to his side and leaned down to nuzzle at her hair, he meant that too. As he did his words when he released her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you're here.

Don't hide. Don't pretend. Confront what hurts you, know the shape and form of it so you can conquer it.

Flaws make us who we are, Ivy. Without them, we might as well be made of plas, featureless and indistinct. Never ever be ashamed of your flaws.

My father used to say I was useless, that I'd never make anything of myself. Now every day someone finds a way to tell me I'm brilliant." "Does that cause mental dissonance?" "If you mean confusion, then no. It's just...it's strange. Like the me that people know is skin suit that I wear for the rest of the world.

The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain to show them we love them not when we feel like it, but when they do.

When in doubt, tell the truth. When in pain, listen to the wind.

A woman who dreams of a good home with a man who holds for her only a poor love is putting a $50 saddle on a $20 horse. She'd be far better off single than riding with him.

A woman who dreams of a good home with a man who holds for her only a poor love is putting a fifty-dollar saddle on a twenty-dollar horse. She'd be far better off single than riding with him.

want to wear scarlet velvet and slippers and lace gloves and ride in a stage instead of wearing calluses on my hands driving a team like a man. It is not her fault. She is right. The Lord looks on the inside, although people look on the outside. That man is measuring cloth

It's Annie and me they're all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; it's Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love.

No sería sincero ni correcto, sería negar… todo lo que sentimos la una por la otra. Ellas son mayores, tal vez tuvieran que hacerlo, pero… Ay, Liza, yo no quiero esconder la… la mejor parte de mi vida, de mí misma.

Real, but sometimes beautiful.

Me voy a ir, Liza. No… no quiero hacerte daño. No creo que tú quieras esto, así que el daño ya te lo he hecho, y… Oh, Dios, Liza, no quiero… Me… me gustas un montón. Ya te lo dije, me haces sentir que soy real, más de lo que jamás pensé, más viva que… Eres… eres mejor que cien Californias, pero no solo eso, es que…

No hablábamos mucho sobre lo que suponía ser homosexuales o no; la mayor parte del tiempo hablábamos sobre nosotras. Entonces lo importante éramos nosotras, no las etiquetas.

Sin embargo, tras unos minutos, nos miramos y… no sé cómo explicar esto, de verdad, pero en cuanto nuestros ojos se encontraron, supe que no quería seguir sentada en público con Annie mientras simulábamos ser solo amigas. Y supe que ella tampoco quería. Y las dos supimos que ya no teníamos el problema de no querer lo mismo al mismo tiempo y de estar asustadas.

oh, Liza, I don't want to hide the—the best part of my life, of myself.

It's Annie and me they're all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; It's Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love.

But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

I don't want to pretend any more. You make me—want to be real.