pretending

I can be anything _ and nothing, and everything at the same time. It all depends on the role I am in.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending of this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

What is more important - Pretending to live OR living your life? Forget about what others think about you and your way of living. Live your life the way you like it.

Do you think they__l ever be a place for us? I mean, do you think there__ a place for someone who lives under the radar, someone who has to pretend, someone who is a spy?_ __es._ Daly said it with such confidence that I sat up in my bed, my cast dangling over the edge. __ow do you know?_ I asked. __here has to be. I don__ usually philosophize, but I do know one thing._ __hat__ that?_ __hat even when we__e pretending, even when we__e hiding under wigs or accents or clothes that aren__ our style, we can__ hide our nature. Just like I knew from the moment I met you that you would choose this life. And just like I knew, when you told me about this mission, that you would agree to help the CIA find this girl. You would sacrifice yourself and your time with your brother to save someone. It__ just who you are._ ____e already messed things up, Daly. What if I__ not good enough? What if I can__ do it?_ __hat__ the thing, though. You__l find a way._ I lay back again and buried the side of my face into my pillow. ____ just not sure how._ __f you continue to think as you__e always thought, you__l continue to get what you__e always got,_ Daly said. I considered that. I wasn__ ready to give up. At least not yet. __hat one is Itosu wisdom, in case you wondered._ I yawned into the phone. __t__ good advice._ ____l let you go. You should be resting. Don__ you have school in the morning?_ He said the last part in a teasing tone. __eah, if I make it through another day at school. Maybe they__l get rid of me__ick me out or something. You__ think I would have inherited some of my mom__ artistic genius._ __an I give you one last bit of advice, Alex?_ __ure._ __hrow it all out the window._ __hat?_ I stared at my open window. A slight breeze blew the gauzelike drapes in and out as if they were a living creature. __verything you__e learned about art, the lines, the colors, the pictures in your head from other artists__ust throw it all out. And throw out everything you__e learned from books and simulations about being a good spy. Don__ try to be like someone else. Don__ force yourself to follow a set of rules that weren__ meant for you. Those work for 99.99% of the people._ __ou__e telling me I__ the .01%?_ I asked skeptically. __o, I__ telling you you__e not even on the scale._ Daly__ soft breathing traveled through the phone line. __ith a mind like yours, you can__ be put in a box. Or even expected to stand outside it. You were never meant to hold still, Alex. You have to stack all the boxes up and climb and keep climbing until you find you. I__ just saying that Alexandra Stewart will find her own way._ The cool night air brushed the skin of my arm and I wished it was Daly__ hand instead. __ou sure have a lot of wisdom tonight,_ I told him. I expected him to laugh. Instead, the line went silent for a moment. __ecause I__ not there. Because I wish I was._ His words were simple, but his message reached inside my heart and left a warmth__ warmth I needed. __hank you, James.___ake care, Alex._ I wanted to say more, to keep him at my ear just a little longer. Yet the words itching to break free couldn__ be said from over two thousand miles away. They needed to happen in person. I wasn__ going home until I found Amoriel. Which meant I had to complete this mission. Not just for Amoriel anymore. I had to do it for me. (page 143)

It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said, Isn__ it cute, look at them playing, we would have smiled back, humoring them, but it wasn__ playing. It was transformation. It was our own world. Our own rules.

Not that it matters an awful amount in the grand play of things. And it is play. All of it. It's not real. You have to live your life like you're pretending. An actor living a character's life. Otherwise you won't take risks. You won't live.

So many of us hide from ourselves and we don't even know who we are and why were we here? All peoples will prove they are better and put fake masks on their own faces. Every people pretend herself what they actually not from inside. Afraid to show the reality and hide their best quality. You just have to learn to be yourself and what really makes you happy, or other things that are not important and what others think of you is not important at all.

pretending to be good might be the same with pretending to be right, its just you are selfish on your own because you think only for yourself..

Today's zealots are mostly those pretending to be anti-religious.

Only those who are brainwashed and foolsbelieve in the existence of a god.Those who are indifferent just pretend.

Quit pretending to be humble when you are really just a self-abusing, emotional, drama junkie.

So from then on, he looked at all his choices and said, What would a good person do, and then did it. But he has now learned something very important about human nature. If you spend your whole life pretending to be good, then you are indistinguishable from a good person. Relentless hypocrisy eventually becomes the truth.

Hell, is trying to do what you can't do, trying to be what you're not

I am smiling a big adopted-orphan smile as I write this ... I still love scribbling the word - WRITER - any time on a form, questionnaire, document asks for my occupation. Fine, I write personality quizzes, I don't write about the Great Issues of the Day, but I think it's fair to say I am a writer ... ('Adopted-orphan smile', I mean, that's not bad, come on.)

Mostly, it is lies that will destroy a relationship. Deceit is a barrier to intimacy. André Chevalier

I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.

Well...letting the cat out of the bag is a lot easier than putting it in.

Stop Pretending Anything Than What You Really Are_nickc