Quotes About Authenticity

You're the only one who has the power to be the best you, I thought. Nobody else can do that for you.

We need to own our weakness, our hurt, our pain, and say it out loud so that we can name what is coming up and why. You deserve it. You deserve to feel the heartbreak and the pain so that once and for all you stop holding yourself back from feeling whatever it is you've tried to mask. No, it's not easy but you are worth the work.

Sometimes we are all so afraid to be honest with ourselves because we know that honesty will lead to somewhere.

When people saw the real me, they wanted me to succeed. It was a fleeting thought, and I wish I had caught it and internalized it. I still thought people expected perfection.

Each time you deny your own truth, something intense happens. You have to listen to the signs and take care of it yourself.

I have listened and I have been quiet all my life. But now I will speak.

The sexiest thing about style is if you kind of just take your personality and put it in what you wear. That's what I think is cool.

Value yourself for what the media doesn't - your intelligence, your street smarts, your ability to play a kick-ass game of pool, whatever. So long as it's not just valuing yourself for your ability to look hot in a bikini and be available to men, it's an improvement.

There's nothing wrong with self-improvement, as long as you recognize that at some point you're going to have to accept yourself in all your imperfect glory. What's wrong with liking yourself the way you are?

Beware of those who have never been bored, depressed, or angry. There is something seriously wrong with them.

If you are honest with yourself, your life will be so much more pleasant.

There are limits to self-improvement. Inevitably you hit the point where what you are is, well, what you are, and all the teach-yourself videos and easy-to-use equipment on those creatinous home TV shopping things can no longer ward off you confrontation with your self.

What I'm saying is, where have all the real people gone? Where are the recognizably-human beings? Of course, it's silly of me to look them on TV commercials, no one watches ads for their true-to-life portrayals. If the ads were full of real people, they wouldn't be able to sell anything. Which is the point of this rambling column. Real people just don't sell.

The greater the sense of powerlessness and the greater lack of authentic will, the more grows either submission or an obsessional desire for satisfaction of one's whims and the insistence on arbitrariness.

Only in the love of those who do not serve a purpose, love begins to unfold.

As Simone Weil expressed it so beautifully:The same words can be commonplace or extraordinary according to the manner in which they are spoken. And this manner depends on the depth of the region in a man's being from which they proceed without the will being able to do anything. And by a marvelous agreement they reach the same region in him who hears them. Thus the hearer can discern, if he has any power of discernment, what is the value of the words.

Ancak, tam anlam?yla kendisi olmaya doÄŸru bir ad?m atmaya çal??an herkes, korkusuzluk yönünde yeni bir ad?m at?ld???nda, çok kesin bir güç ve sevinç duygusunun uyand???n? bilir. Yeni bir yaÅŸam evresinin baÅŸlam?? olduÄŸunu duyumsar. Goethe'nin dizelerindeki hakikati hissedebilir: Evimi bir hiçliÄŸin üzerine kurdum, bu yüzden bütün dünya benimdir.

Ako je psihoanaliza efikasna, to nije zato što pacijent prihvata nove teorije o razlozima svog nezadovoljstva, ve? zato što zahteva kapacitet za to da bude autenti?no zbunjen; on se ?udi otkri?u dela sebe, o ?ijem postojanju nije imao predstavu.

Destructiveness is the outcome of unlived life.

We have become automatons who live under the illusion of being self-willing individuals.

Solo en la medida en que la práctica de la vida se vea libre de sus contradicciones y de su irracionalidad, el mapa podrá corresponder a su realidad.

The loss of the self has increased the necessity to conform, for it results in a profound doubt of one's own identity.

It is not enough that men are not slaves; if social conditions further the existence of automatons, the result will not be love of life, but love of death.

This loss of identity then makes it still more imperative to conform; it means that one can be sure of oneself only if one lives up to the expectations of others.