Quotes About Authenticity

Never separate the life you lead from the words you speak.

Never separate the life you live from the words you speak.

The truth is overrated.

The gentry protect their names like hymens, They suck their names like thumbs, But they sign their names and something happens. While Zimmer, I can write, Zimmer, All day, and nothing happens.

Write about the truth. If you write about the truth, somebody's living that. Not just somebody—there's a lot of people.

I love them, but sometimes it would have been nice to be able to b e a kid who didn't have to act like an adult so much of the time. - Polly

I is what I is.

The truth about people had not much to do with what they said about themselves, or what others said about them.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. —Oscar Wilde (1891)

Everybody's intrigued by someone comfortable in their own skin because most of us aren't.

How I can I speak God's peace to them inside the church if I act scared when I walk past them outside?

Truly humble people are grounded in reality; they neither preen under illusions of greatness nor suffer agonies of self-hatred.

Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

And that's when he finally tells me his name is Ernest. I'm thinking of giving it away, though. Ernest is so dull, and Hemingway? Who wants a Hemingway?

Sometimes our dreams can be the most revealing things about us. Who we are when no one's looking, who we believe we're truly supposed to be, if we can get there.

We're all of us afraid of many things, but if you make yourself smaller or let your fear confine you, then you really aren't your own person at all—are you? The real question is whether or not you will risk what it takes to be happy." She was referring to Jock, but her words made me think of other things, too. "Are you happy, Karen?" "Not yet. But I mean to be.

it struck me how comfortable I felt with him, as if we were old friends or had already done this many times over, him handing me pages with his heart on his sleeve - he couldn't pretend this work didn't mean everything to him - me reading his words, quietly amazed by what he could do.

The world needs an army of Wandas—strong, sarcastic, unafraid women who say what they think and act straightforwardly, without apology or permission. Women who roar instead of flinch.

You can take a cub from the savannah as they have, and raise it like a pet if you like. In a cage, as some do, or running free like Paddy. You can feed it fresh meat so it never learns to hunt and brush its coat so it carries a human smell wherever it goes—but know that what you've done is twist something natural into something else. And you can never trust on unnatural thing. - Charles Clutterbuck

You need to learn to live with yourself, not others," he went on. "That's the difficult part. When you learn to accept your own nature, it will start to feel peaceful, not frantic.

know that what you've done is twist something natural into something else. And you can never trust an unnatural thing.

I wasn't nearly so clever. More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

Cut everything superfluous,' Pound had said. 'Go in fear of abstractions. Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself.