There's a lot of people out here faking a smile on their face like they got it together but inside actually suffering from some sort of traumatic experience, a loss, depressed, fearful, envious or whatever the case may be, but I can feel it.

The faking of feelings is a sin against the imagination.

I'd rather be a face for happiness and doing things that you have a passion for, rather than faking it and pretending like I'm this face of women's basketball, when I can't stand the sport at all.

It's funny, I hear people say I'm faking all this science stuff. That's the furthest thing from the truth. It's literally what I have to do to play and perform at this level.

I wake up the next morning, happy and full of life. I again stare at my ceiling that says, 'Build a life worth living' This is the first time in forever that I have felt that maybe I am building a life worth living, that I'm not just faking it. My career my twin, books, and Archer are all I've had for so long, which was always worth living for - but love. Love is something more. Love makes you feel wanted. Love makes life worth living, and it's something I have never felt in this way. I have known this guy only for a little over a week. He walked right into my life and changed everything. I don't know how that is possible, but it is.

Those who are acting, faking or pretending . Are ruining it , for the real ones.

People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked?The man who lies to the world, is the world's slave from then on?There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.

"Jesus is asking me and the rest of the people in the world to stop faking it. He wants us to fight the temptation to merely have the right wrapper and instead be exactly who He made us to be and who we are right where we are.

When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint.