Quotes About Authenticity

God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas but for scars.

Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, and fear. I wish to be simple, honest, frank, natural . . to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid.

Live truth instead of professing it.

I know that sometimes people fake on each other out of genuine motives to hold onto the object of their tenderest feelings. They see themselves as so inadequate that they feel forced to wear a mask in order to continuously impress the other. I do not want to "hold" you, I want you to "stay" out of your own need for me.

But real life is not art.

I think somehow we learn who we really are and then we live with that decision.

I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

When you adopt the standards and the values of someone else … you surrender your own integrity. You become, to the extent of your surrender, less of a human being.

It's your life—but only if you make it so. The standards by which you live must be your own standards, your own values, your own convictions in regard to what is right and wrong, what is true and false, what is important and what is trivial. When you adopt the standards and the values of someone else or a community or a pressure group, you surrender your own integrity. You become, to the extent of your surrender, less of a human being.

Do the things that interest you and do them with all your heart. Don't be concerned about whether people are watching you or criticizing you. The chances are that they aren't paying any attention to you. It's your attention to yourself that is so stultifying.

Do the things that interest you and do them with all your heart. Don't be concerned about whether people are watching your or critising you. The chances are that they aren't paying any attention to you.

Do the things that interest you and do them with all your heart. Don't be concerned about whether people are watching you or criticizing you. The chances are that they aren't paying any attention to you.

No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.

There are moments when we resort to senseless formulations and advance absurd claims to hide straightforward feelings.

Perhaps Lila was right: my book—even though it was having so much success—really was bad, and this was because it was well organized, because it was written with obsessive care, because I hadn't been able to imitate the disjointed, unaesthetic, illogical, shapeless banality of things.

I behaved like that certainly to feel free from all the old bonds, to make it clear that I didn't care anymore about the judgment of relatives and friends, their values, their wanting me to be consistent with what they imagined themselves to be.

I am clean I am true I am playing with my cards on the table.

Eliminemos todos los filtros que nos impiden saborear con plenitud este estar aquí y ahora, verdaderos.

In the end she read it. It seemed to me that she shrank, as if I had unloaded a weight on her. And I had the impression that she was making a painful effort to free from some corner of herself the old Lila, the one who read, wrote, drew, made plans spontaneously—the naturalness of an instinctive reaction. When she succeeded, everything seemed pleasantly light.

With greater or less ability we fabricate fictions not so that the false will seem true but to tell the most unspeakable truth with absolute faithfulness through the fiction.

desde chico no sólo sabía que no era lo que los demás creían, sino tampoco lo que yo mismo creía ser. Me decía: soy otra cosa, una cosa que permanece oculta en mis venas, no tiene nombre y espera. Pero no sabía qué era esa cosa y, sobre todo, no sabía cómo podía ser yo...

You wanted to write novels, I created a novel with real people, with real blood, in reality.

Gone was the pleasure of re-educating my voice, my gestures, my way of dressing and walking, as if I were competing for the prize of best disguise, the mask worn so well that it was almost a face.