Quotes About Authenticity

We were what seemed important then, not some label.

She held my hand the whole time in our private time,' Graham recalled. 'And she was just so sweet. She is different from the Hillary you see in the media. There is a warm side to her

So where's the real you? Huh? Let's say you decide to rip away the mask -- what kind of face will be revealed? The problem is that when a human face has spent a number of years beneath a mask, deprived of light and oxygen, it changes. Not only does it age, as all faces do, but it tends to get a bit pallid, flaccid, puffy...

maybe everybody is really somebody else deep down but they all learn their lines and get their diplomas and go through life playing these roles and they get so used to it they just can't stop.

But the "best" lies are those that look the most like the Truth. The "newest" lies are the oldest ones.

It's only through facing the truth that you will be able to fulfill your potential and live the life you were meant to live. It's only by jumping that you will be able to fly.

Our outer world reflects our inner commitments. If we want to know what we are really committed to, all we have to do is look at our lives. We are, whether we are aware of it or not, always creating exactly what we are most committed to.

Poet David Whyte once said that if we're living the life we truly want to live, someone we love will feel betrayed

It feels like cheap sex and spurious art to me, the spiritual equivalent of junk food; it may look like an éclair, but it's really a Twinkie.

The experience of speaking from the heart and being taken seriously builds the psychic architecture that supports the capacity to bear life.

She was filled with a strange, wild, unfamiliar happiness, and knew that this was love. Twice in her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, but it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can't imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him.

And though many women might enjoy the offering of such compliments, I did not want him to love me based on temporal things like a smile or voice or presence, things that could vanish through mood or an unexpected cloud. He must love me for the sake of love alone . . .

For who would I be if I tried to be someone besides Jane? The poser of the world try so hard to be what they are not, and yet... how fatigued they must be Perhaps I am not smart enough to be one of them. Nor strong enough in constitution.

Words well to the surface and I let them out, even as I know I should not. "Perhaps I do not wish to sparkle, Aunt. Sparkle falsely. I say what comes to mind. I will not waste energy creating idle chatter meant only to impress." Casandra comes to my defense. "Your characters sparkle, Jane." I grab on to the diversion. "Which is even more reason why I personally cannot. For I only have so much sparkle within me, and I chuse [sic] to save it for them.

Better for my heart to be untested then to experience a counterfeit to this love we have between us.

Dishonesty and hedging the truth are too much work. I realize some may take offense, but I've determined that I don't require the friendship of those who do.

Young people are trying to live out a worldview that does not match their true nature, and it is tearing them apart with its pain and heartache.

I feel more at peace with being angry than practicing forgiveness. That never was an honest emotion for me. It was always someone else's concept of what I should do.

Modern woman have discovered that living through another's reflection is simply not human enough.

It's been a while since someone last made her laugh. Since she last laughed without deciding beforehand that laughing was the smart thing to do.

I've been thinking about two states of being—being gay, being Jewish. They have a lot in common. You don't choose it, that's the first thing. If you are, you are. There's nothing you can do to change it. Some people might deny this, but even if you're only "a little bit gay" or "a little bit Jewish," that's enough for you to identify yourself if you want.

There are no shortcuts. Not to understanding and not to knowledge. You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone,

Nuestros sueños son más auténticos que nuestro despertar

It's like this essential feature of human beings simply doesn't exist in the full-color magazine world.