Quotes About Authenticity

People say what they think online because it's not to your face. That's a good thing. You don't really want people just being nice to you with their opinions.

Good things will come from self-expression.

At my shows, I like everyone to have a good time... but, I like for us to be real because there's freedom in that.

I say what's on my mind and have a good time. I try to give people a show. It's all about giving people a good time once you get out under those lights.

Be creative, have a good time, and be yourself.

I look at so many people's feeds like, 'God, your life is so cool. Like, I want to do that! Why don't I get that?' And I will get envious of someone's life, and we don't think about the fact that it's completely - not fake, but it's one single screenshot of just the good times.

I was never totally into marriage, and I wasn't a very good wife.

La realtà intorno a lui diventava così irreale, come lo è sempre nelle sue concrezioni più reali.

Laura n'a jamais dissimulé ni différé le moindre de ses sentiments. Si Laura aime quelqu'un, elle l'embrasse, si Laura boit, elle est ivre, et elle le dit, si elle s'emmerde, elle quitte la table au milieu du repas, en disant qu'elle s'emmerde, et si elle veut tuer quelqu'un, elle le tue. Et elle le tue elle-même, et elle dit pourquoi!

Brutal worlds where females are secondary to the action, mere chattels or bargaining counters, may be realistic, but they're not for me. I aim to write women who are genuine.

I live in my own place. I never copied anybody, not even half. And at any master who lacks the grace to laugh at himself, I laugh.

You use your real voice with those you love, and you cannot be phony with those who know you well.

The writers who get my personal award are the ones who show exceptional promise of looking at their lives in this world as candidly and searchingly and feelingly as they know how and then of telling the rest of us what they have found there most worth finding. We need the eyes of writers like that to see through. We need the blood of writers like that in our veins.

We are all such escape artists, you and I. We don't like to get too serious about things, especially about ourselves. When we are with other people, we are apt to talk about almost anything under the sun except for what really matters to us, except for our own lives, except for what is going on inside our own skins. We pass the time of day. We chatter. We hold each other at bay, keep our distance from each other even when God knows it is precisely each other that we desperately need.

We've all had saints in our lives, by which I mean not plaster saints, not moral exemplars, not people setting for us a kind of suffocating good example, but I mean saints in the sense of life givers. People through knowing whom we become more alive.

Not the least of my problems is that I can hardly even imagine what kind of an experience a genuine, self-authenticating religious experience would be. Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal himself in a way that would leave no room for doubt? If there were no room for doubt, there would be no room for me.

I never took it for granted that they believed any of even the most basic affirmations of the Christian faith concerning such matters as God and Jesus, sin and salvation, but always tried to speak to their skepticism and to honor their doubts. I made a point of never urging on them anything I did not believe myself. I was candid about what, like them, I was puzzled by and uncertain of. I tried to be myself. I tried to be honest.

Because all peddlers of God's word have that in common, I think: they tell what costs them least to tell and what will gain them most; and to tell the story of who we really are and of the battle between light and dark, between belief and unbelief, between sin and grace that is waged within us all costs plenty and may not gain us anything, we're afraid, but an uneasy silence and a fishy stare.

But I should be false in the earliest sentiments of my soul, if I suppressed the opinion. I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and incur my own abhorrence.

I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and incur my own abhorrence. From my earliest recollection, I date the entertainment of a deep conviction that slavery would not always be able to hold me within its foul embrace.

I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and incur my own abhorrence

But I should be false to the earliest sentiments of my soul, if I suppressed the opinion. I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and incur my own abhorrence.

I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others

Intelligence is a great leveler here as elsewhere. It sees plainly the real worth of men and things, and is not easily imposed upon by the dressed up emptiness of human pride.