Quotes About Authenticity

All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem. Maybe it's my fault that we don't confide in each other. In any case, that's just how things are, and unfortunately they're not liable to change.

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

În orice reproÈ™ e È™i ceva adev?rat.

Let me be myself and then I am satisfied

I want to be honest; I think it gets you further and also makes you feel better about yourself.

Can you tell me why people go to such lengths to hide their real selves? Or why I always behave differently when I'm in the company of others? Why do people have such little trust in one another? I know there must be a reason, but sometimes I think it's horrible that you can't confide in anyone, not even those closest to you.

it's easier for me to say what I mean as on paper than face-to-face.

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because i have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I -nor for that matter anyone else- will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen year old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie burried deep in my heart.

Can you tell me why people go to such lengths to hide their real selves? Or why I always behave very differently when I'm in the company of others? Why do people have so little trust in one another? I know there must be a reason, but sometimes I think it's horrible that you can't ever confide in anyone, not even those closest to you.

But there's the catch. I'd like to live that seemingly carefree and happy life for an evening, a few days, a week. At the end of that week I'd be exhausted, and would be grateful to the first person to talk to me about something meaningful. I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

I wonder whether you can tell me why it is that people always try so hard to hide their real feelings?

I'm awfully scared that everyone who knows me as I always am will discover that I have another side, a finer and better side. I'm afraid they'll laugh at me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental, not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously but it's only the lighthearted Anne that's used to it and can bear it; the deeper Anne is too frail for it.

I don't want followers, but friends, admirers who fall not for a flattering smile but for what one does and for one's character.

You're only human. You don't have to have it together every minute of the day.

You're only human. You don't have to have it together every minute of every day.

you're only human. you dont have to have it together every minute of everyday

People seem always actually to know, with a degree of pain that has required the comfort of fairy tales, that when you are dressed in any particular way at all, you are revealed rather than hidden.

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?

She said to go ahead and feel the feelings. I did. They felt like shit.

because when people have seen you at their worst, you don't have to put on the mask as much.

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

Perfection is shallow, unreal, and fatally uninteresting.

Never compare your insides to everyone else's outsides.