Quotes About Authenticity

The truth was, since our night stranded together, I felt comfortable around Wes. When I was with him, I didn't have to be perfect, or even try for perfect. He already knew my secrets, the things I'd kept hidden from everyone else, so I could just be myself. Which shouldn't have been such a big deal. But it was.

I didn't care that they snickered when I answered yes, or spoke in hushed tones. Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad.

Johannes Burchard. The only man in Rome whose face remains the same be it perfume or shit under his nose.

You are not made of metaphors, Not apologies, not excuses.

When I hear what I have written out loud, the cliches hang in the air between us like bad breath

I know you've taken to wearing tour father's hand-me-down anger. But I wish that you wouldn't. It's a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesn't fit you...

You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

I know you've taken to wearing around your father's hand-me-down anger. But I wish that you wouldn't. It's a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesn't fit you...

The trouble with letting people see you at your worst isn't that they'll remember; it's that you'll remember.

This may shock you, but my love doesn't come with conditions or requirements. It absolutely doesn't require physical exam, that is for sure. It just is, Will. And it's unstoppable, because, believe me, I've tried to stop it. So I guess what I'm trying to say in my usual inarticulate, rambly, too-wordy way, is that I'm not going anywhere. No matter what.

How much of what they loved in her was real, and how much was fashioned from what they envisioned her to be?

He knew he was sounding a little Holden Caulfield-esque calling everyone a phony, but he really did think everyone was a phony.

I am not here to entertain straight people.

People don't become what they were brought up to be, people become themselves. (p.146)

Not everything needs to be a powerful statement about character or society or whatever. Sometimes, things are the way they are and nothing more.

If I looked in the mirror someday and saw no dark circles under my eyes, I would probably look better. I just wouldn't look like me.

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I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

Fidelity is for phonographs

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

Do you have feelings? There are correct and incorrect ways of indicating them. Do you have an inner life? It is nobody's business but your own. Do you have emotions? Strangle them.

A man may say, From now on I'm going to speak the truth. But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

What art thou?' Nothing. That's the answer. Nothing. In the heart of hearts- Nothing! So of course you can't stand that and want to be Something, and you try. But instead of being this Something, the man puts it over on everybody instead.