Quotes About Authenticity

Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies." I touched Adam's arm. "He's my hero." There was another pause. . . "That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say," Bran said. "Be careful, Adam, or you'll turn her into a real girl." Adam looked at me. "I like her just the way she is, Bran." And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all.

Being a martyr is highly overrated.

Truth is without flourishes or manners and runs with a logic all its own.

You cannot look at a person, and say, 'If I could change this or that, if I could pick what I want and discard other things, I could love this one.' Such a love is pale and weak—and doomed to failure.

My mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was the truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something they think will get the results they want.

And it was easier to have an unrequited love than to get all fussed and dressed and go out on dates every Saturday with men she was never going to fall in love with. So she'd quit dating, quit dressing up—and on the whole she was happier than she'd been before.

I am always careful with the truth. It is a powerful thing and deserves respect. (Tad)

I like who I am - but there are plenty of men who wouldn't. (Mercy)

The thought of herself as decoration was absurd.

you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.

Tell the story you want to tell, and let it be as long as it needs to be. Worry about marketing it later.

Then we'd be living a lie," Padmé told him gently. "And one we couldn't keep

NONE OF THIS NONSENSE, PLEASE

her natural State of Personal Power.

I hate it when everyone is so noble and good in a story that you can't imagine it being true at all.

Maybe being oneself is an acquired taste. For a writer it's a big deal to bow--or kneel or get knocked down--to the fact that you are going to write your own books and not somebody else's. Not even those books of the somebody else you thought it was your express business to spruce yourself up to be.

Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.

Nancy White, a Black inner-city resident, explores the connection between experience and beliefs: Now, I understand all these things from living. But you can't lay up on these flowery beds of ease and think that you are running your life, too.

Let it happen to you now and you'll have learnt something that most people never have the courage to learn. Not to hold on. Not to cling. Because we can possess nothing but ourselves. Learn it now and you won't grow up thinking that other people can be possessed and owned. It'll stop you from breaking yourself over a false idea of love. To love someone is to let them be themselves.

My thoughts are my own—I will not modify them to receive the approval of others. My feelings are my own—I will not silence them to make others comfortable. My life is my own—I will not shape it according to the expectations of others. I live in harmony with my natural cycles, deepest wisdom, and truest self. And so it is.

Everything you've longed for "out there" is already within you. The path to authenticity travels through your own heart, mind, body, and spirit.

A woman discovers the way home to herself in a quiet descent into the richness of her own life. In the descent, she reunites with her essential self and natural resources.

I want to be remembered in my overalls," said Aunt Lou. "You will," said Grandfather. "Believe me, you will." Mama and William laughed. "That's how we think of you," said William. "You see me every day," Aunt Lou said to William. "You don't have to remember me.

Fact and fiction are different truths.