Quotes About Authenticity

La vie est trop courte pour que nous en perdions une part précieuse à nous contrefaire.

If you can't do it naturally, then fake it.

Holiness doesn't require a halo, folded hands, or an otherworldly preoccupation.

Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

This is what happens when you repudiate who you are. Once you do that, life works against you, and your fate is no longer your own.

but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.

You know who you are. And I suggest you never deny it.

Interesting, but she could see that the boy didn't have a single lie in him. A very rare condition, especially for the male of the species.

I want the difficult stories, the ones that aren't easy to believe, the twisted ones, the sorrowful ones, the ones that need telling most of all.

you must be yourself no matter what; anything else was a lie, and a denial of who you were would always cause grief. What you put out into the world came back to you threefold. If you could not accept yourself, you would be reviled and cast out, adrift in the world.

When Juliet came flying down the hallway, Stella didn't recognize her friend. Juliet hadn't bothered with makeup; she was wearing a nightgown underneath her raincoat and had on plastic flip-flops. This was the way loved walked in, barely dressed, confused, panic-stricken, overcome, not caring what anyone thought or what they believed.

Whoever gives his true self away does do with words

But rules were never the point. It was finding out who you were.

Now Franny understood that you must be yourself no matter what; anything else was a lie, and a denial of who you were would always cause grief. What you put out into the world came back to you threefold. If you could not accept yourself, you would be reviled and cast out, adrift in the world.

This was the way love walked in, barely dressed, confused, panic-stricken, overcome, not caring what anyone thought or what they believed.

This was the virtue of the dark: you were who you had always been, only no one could see you.

Shelby is brutally honest. That's why Maravelle likes her. Maravelle is brutally honest too. You can't have many friends if you act that way, but you can depend on the ones you have.

Many of them began to wonder why they themselves often feigned opinions rather than speak their minds, no matter how clever they were, for fear they'd be thought of as difficult.

You think you know somebody, but what do you know? Only what they want to show you. Remember, it's what's inside that matters.

People expected certain things of me: assistance, silence, comfort. They had no idea who I was.

Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out and a lie is always a lie no matter how prettily told.

He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.

Some people are who you think they are. Some people hide the wolf inside of them, but you can hear them howl.