Quotes About Authenticity

Many common lies and hypocrisies are like that, just out of the harmony of the moment.

Therefore we didn't talk of genuine things.

Sometimes I wonder," I said, "if people who are going to tell the truth shouldn't make sure first that they can defend themselves.

He yelled, Charlie, you know where I am, don't you? All right, Charlie, this isn't literature. This is life.

I am sure you were sincere. Not insincere. True insincerity is hard to find.

Still women- women. They do themselves more credit, there's more reality in women. They live closer to their nature. They have to. It's more with them. They have the breasts. They see their blood, and it does them good, while men are led to be vainer.

Was she not so simple and free of ulterior motives as she looked? Well, neither was I.

I am not an ornithologist—I am a bird.

It's no small matter to become rich and famous by saying exactly what you think — to say it in your own words, without compromise.

Even worse is the discovery that one has been living out certain greeting-card sentiments, with ribbons of middle-class virtue tied in a bow around one's heart.

Thoughts should be real. Words should have a definite meanings and a man should believe what he said.

Even if I am not the honestest type in the world I don't want to lie more than is average.

Nobody should pretend to be always one hundred per cent honest. I wish I knew how to be seventy, sixty per cent." I swore she must be one hundred and ten, two hundred.

When finally you're done speaking you're dumb forever after, and when you're through stirring you go still, but this is no reason to decline to speak and stir or to be what you are.

feel like a lousy impostor. The only decent thing about me is that I have loved certain people in my life.

That's from the Middle Ages.' My God! We have a name for everything except what we really think and feel.

He was a splendid old man, only partly fraudulent, and what more can you ask of anyone?

the cant and rant of pipsqueaks about Inauthenticity and Forlornness.

The true soul is the one that pays the price. It suffers and gets sick, and it realizes that the pretender can't be loved.

Siguran sam da ste bili iskreni. Ne neiskreni. Prava neiskrenost rijetko se sre?e.

It's no small matter to become rich and famous by saying exactly what you think—to say it in your own words, without compromise.

All who live are in despair.(?) And that is the sickness unto death.(?) It is that a man refuses to be what he is.(?)

Strict and literal truthfulness was a trivial game and might even be a disagreeable neurotic affliction.

It is better to die what you are than to live a stranger forever