Quotes About Authenticity

today, I will let my yes be my yes, my no be my no and today my I do my I do. I vow that at times I will fail you. I vow that at times I will fall short, but in failures and shortcomings, I won't tap out, I won't give up. I vow… not to buy into false romanticism, saying things like, "you complete me," because, in reality, you don't.

All authentic academic research is based on the simultaneous pursuit of the True, the Beautiful, and the Good—if any is pursued separately, imbalance ensues.

It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn't afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first - I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he'd think of me.

No. Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies. It had to be.

Stuffing people into boxes is for those who have issues about their own box.

Remember when we met? Before you left, you said you were going to make a fool of yourself over me. That's still what you're worried about. That you'll find yourself doing things you never dreamed of doing, things you laughed at in others, and you'll make a fool of yourself.

Isn't it possible that I'm not feigning interest? That I really do want to know more about you? You've never been interested in me before. You've never been interesting before. -Cassandra and Paige

That's the true reveal in Rockton. Not discovering someone lied about their background or committed a crime in their past. It's finding out they aren't the person you thought they were, their underlying character hidden behind a false front.

I suspect I could spend every evening this week with you and I wouldn't know you any better than I do right now." "Sure you would. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you." "That's the key word, isn't it? What I want to know. Not necessarily the truth." His lips twitched with what looked like genuine amusement. "Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended.

Our door closes, and I am home with my guy and my dog. There's no one I need to pretend for anymore.

Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies.

Nicole crumpled—just let her legs give way and fell to the floor, hunched and sobbing. Hayley looked at me. Even Rafe did. Uncertain looks from both of them. I had to admit, Nicole was a good actor. If I hadn't seen her switch from sweet Nicole to raving lunatic Nicole in a heartbeat at the campsite, I might have believed her myself.

Our pictures might not be recognizable, but come on. Why would we lie about it?" "Same reason my own kids lie," the server said. "To get attention." "Seriously?" Sam said. "We're going to hatch this elaborate scheme, and launch it in your crappy little--?" I stepped on Sam's foot.

The face, the whole body, the way you moved in it, just a guise. You put it on, you put it off again. What was underneath belonged to you, just you, as long as you kept it hidden.

And if it's not fake, if it's all real, this fun, these friends, this life, then that's even worse, isn't it?

Weißt du denn nicht, dass du die Seele verlierst, wenn du die Wahrheit über dich selbst abstreitest?

It means telling the truth, keeping promises, and taking responsibility for your mistakes. It's the same in business as it is in everyday life. It's a matter of being what you claim to be, doing what you say you'll do.

if you deny the truth about yourself you lose your soul?

Don't you know that if you deny the truth about yourself you lose your soul?

Daisy was in love. She knew, now, that she had never loved anyone before Lloyd. She had never truly loved Boy, though she had been excited by him. She had believed that love was something she could bestow upon whomever she liked, and that her main responsibility was to choose cleverly. Now she knew that was all wrong. Cleverness had nothing to do with it, and she had no choice. Love was an earthquake.

War enables people to be what they really are…" Dieter Franck in Jackdaws

If you remove Al Sharpton's blackness, he disappears. He's transparent. There's nothing there because he bases his whole life on his blackness. Me, I'm a black man; but my blackness has submission to my Christianity.

But if the strength ain't real, I recall thinking the very last thing that day, before I finally passed out, then the weakness sure enough is. Weakness is true and real. I used to accuse the kid of faking his weakness. But faking proves the weakness is real. Or you wouldn't be so weak as to fake it. No, you can't ever fake being weak. You can only fake being strong. . .

I'd think, That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don't seem like I ever have been me.