Quotes About Authenticity

The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.

Be as you wish to seem, an ancient had said. It was good advice. Because acting brave and being so are very much the same thing.

The friendship that can cease has never been real.

Beware, beware of those who care,' as some wise person said. Not that I'm suggesting there is anything wrong with caring. But as Granny Maud used to say, 'Fine words butter no parsnips,' and she might have added, 'Caring should be felt and not heard.

We crave permission openly to become our secret selves.

Be so good as to cease to cast yourself in fictions. Pinch yourself, or slap yourself across the face if that's what it takes, but understand, please, that you are nonfictional, and this is real life.

Our lives teach us who we are. I have learned the hard way that when you permit anyone else's description of reality to supplant your own ... then you might as well be dead.

Human beings have a remarkable talent for persuading themselves of the authenticity and nobility of aspects of themselves which are in fact expedient, spurious, base.

It matters, it always matters, to name rubbish as rubbish … to do otherwise is to legitimize it. Outside The Whale ( Granta , 1984)

Who am I? Let's put it this way: who has the best tunes?

one man long as a life and thin as a lie

One day, perhaps, the world may taste the pickles of history. They may be too strong for some palates, their smell may be overpowering, tears may rise to eyes; I hope nevertheless that it will be possible to say of them that they possess the authentic taste of truth … that they are, despite everything, acts of love.

What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same

I'm the caring type also. I care aggressively. That's just who I am.

Ngôn ng? là sá»± can ??m: chúng ta hình thành nó t? trong ý nghÄ©, nói nó ra và làm Ä'úng nhÆ° v?y ?? bi?n nó thành sá»± th?t.

When you write, you write out of your best self. Everything else drops away.

So it was that their mimic love, their love born of the memory of others, their post-love that came after, became true, authentic, a thing in and of itself, in which she almost stopped thinking about the dead

Medeniyet, gerçek doÄŸam?z? kendimizden gizleyen bir el çabukluÄŸudur.

cling to the love of being alive and living a decent life. That's the love that makes you real.

the posture than the results. This language thing is part of that. Excuse me: if you clean up the language too much you kill it. Dirt is freedom. You have to leave a little dirt. Cleansing? I don't like the sound of that.

One day, perhaps, the world may taste the pickles of history. They may be too strong for some palates, their smell may be overpowering, tears may rise to eyes; I hope nevertheless that it will be possible to say of them that they posses the authentic taste of truth...that they are, despite everything, acts of love.

What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same.

Unlike statements of fact, which require no further work on our part, lies must be continually protected from collisions with reality.

Honest people are a refuge: You know they mean what they say; you know they will not say one thing to your face and another behind your back; you know they will tell you when they think you have failed—and for this reason their praise cannot be mistaken for mere flattery.