I'm not a film star, I am an actress. Being a film star is such a false life, lived for fake values and for publicity.
It was really tiring always pretending to be someone else. Not my life, not my real name, nothing.
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.
I'm kind of jealous of the life I'm supposedly leading.
A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life. He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment. No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.
Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.
I've been living a lie all my life.
I was living a life of a lie, I really was.
The greatest tragedy is to live out someone else's life thinking it was your own.
If you are bent on assuming a pose and never reveal yourself to anyone frankly, in the fashion of many who live a false life that is all made up for show; for it is torturous to be constantly watching oneself and be fearful of being caught out of our usual role. And we are never free from concern if we think that every time anyone looks at us he is always taking-our measure; for many things happen that strip off our pretence against our will, and, though all this attention to self is successful, yet the life of those who live under a mask cannot be happy and without anxiety.
I'm not a writer on a mission, and I'm very suspicious of writers on missions, but I'm also not living a false life.
Sometimes you get caught up living something that's not true. The people around you, the people you're involved with, are not the right people.
