Quotes About Authenticity

Are these real diamonds? I once asked, and she said, Why have them if they're not?

Now there's some honest writing!

Nobody knows what goes on in other families, because families lie about themselves to other people. Not only to other people but to one another. And to themselves.

Everybody always forgets that you die the way you live. She will keep on being herself until the end.

we) laughed. It was so good to laugh. I felt as though I too were reentering my legitimate self.

There were no formulas to account for the idiosyncratic yearnings of a human heart, no ways to extract from someone feelings that lived as matter-of-factly as blood and bones inside of him. In the end, Griffin thought, we are only who we are.

You always say that love and happiness are not for sale , that what is on your back and on your plate is second to what is in your heart.

woman is most beautiful when she is herself. The Japanese call it a beauty with 'inner implications.' It's not a show-off kind of thing, some peacock display of clothes and makeup and demeanor. It's quiet. Subtle. And here's the most interesting thing: Shibui relies on the ones looking at a person or an object to make something for themselves out

The only thing wrong in making love was being intimate with one you in fact did not love.

That's really important in trying to understand shibui. It sounds simple, like a cliché, really; but it's true: a woman is most beautiful when she is herself.

But she is not those people; she is her odd self. The kiln has been fired; she is a person persnickety about keeping her house clean but not above spitting on her desk to rub out a coffee stain; she will never be an athlete or a mathematician or a skinny person or someone whose heart isn't snagged by the sight of fireflies on a summer night and the lilting cadence of a few good lines of poetry.

But to be quite oneself one must first waste a little time.

Never to lie is to have no lock to your door, you are never wholly alone

Jesus never pussyfooted

Every act and choice you make is creating the real you and shaping your real life.

Sheriff: There's nothing about her on Facebook, either. If she's not on Facebook, I have to wonder if people are just making her up, if she even exists Seth: I'm not on Facebook Sheriff: I rest my case

at some point in a woman's life, she just gets tired of being ashamed all the time. After that, she is free to become whoever she truly is.

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

Be the weirdo who dares to enjoy.

The Bhagavad Gita—that ancient Indian Yogic text—says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

So this, I believe, is the central question upon which all creative living hinges: Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?

Anyhow, the older I get, the less impressed I become with originality. These days, I'm far more moved by authenticity. Attempts at originality can often feel forced and precious, but authenticity has quiet resonance that never fails to stir me.

Parla come magni,' It means, 'Speak the way you eat,' or in my personal translation: 'Say it like you eat it.' It's a reminder - when you're making a big deal out of explaining something, when you're searching for the right words - to keep your language as simple and direct as Roman rood. Don't make a big production out of it. Just lay it on the table.

She said: "We all spend our twenties and thirties trying so hard to be perfect, because we're so worried about what people will think of us. Then we get into our forties and fifties, and we finally start to be free, because we decide that we don't give a damn what anyone thinks of us. But you won't be completely free until you reach your sixties and seventies, when you finally realize this liberating truth—nobody was ever thinking about you, anyhow.