Quotes About Authenticity

He throws his arms out over his head, fists clenched, and shouts: 'Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!' He shouts all the things he hates and wants to change until his voice is hoarse. Then he nods over at me. 'Your turn.

No." Bren is shaking her head so hard and fast, it looks as if she's having a seizure. "You don't dress to please a girl-- especially not a girl like that. You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.

And sorry wastes time. You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

It's easy to give everyone what they want. What's expected. The problem with doing this is you lose sight of where you truly begin and where the fake you, the one who tries to be everything to everyone, ends.

Whether you're faking one or the other it isn't worth the state you get yourself in.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.

In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.

Never subject to the rules, believing that the correct judgement and healthy nature keep her in the honesty she lived in.

Nothing is more irritating than to hear honest writers protest about depravity when one is quite certain that they make these noises without knowing what they are protesting about.

It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

The obligation of a writer is to live out loud.

en lo más hondo de aquel empecinamiento, clamaba la rebelión del modesto fabricante artesano contra la invasora vulgaridad de los artículos de bazar.

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, he answered; and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

I reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?

Good words., I replied. But deeds must prove it also.

They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things.

one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.

They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing.

If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good, or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

Forgive me if I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the dandelions, make a sorry figure in a drawing room.