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The repression however was to remind you of freer patterns that would and could flow. A landscape is not lacking because it is not a portrait. They are two different kinds of things, but you would sense the different kind of thing. Now. The repressed emotion itself is apparent in your past paintings. It is something that you cannot try to put into them. You cannot fake it, and so you did not fake it.

Van Gogh, for your information, was (underlined) obsessed personally with ideas of self-mutilation, and underwent great inner torture. He chose those feelings however so that he could view the world and reality in a certain light. That light enabled him to do what he wanted to but could not fake: paint the world through that particular unique vision.

True spirituality is a thing of joy and of the earth and has nothing to do with fake adult dignity. [...]

True spirituality is a thing of joy and of the earth, and has nothing to do with fake adult dignity. [...]

He cannot fake it, so he improves in direct proportion to his growing trust of the inner self.

[...] Boys are still taught to “be cool,” unemotional, aggressive, and assertive — as opposed to being emotionally warm, cooperative, gregarious but without fake bravado. [...]

[...] Our knowledge that we were faking certainly gave us an advantage over them. [...]

[...] There were several verbal skirmishes in the course of the evening, stemming from the suspicions of the three women that Bill, Don and I might be faking the lifting of the table the first couple of times we tried it. [...]

[...] There were several skirmishes during the evening over whether the three men were faking the table tipping. [...]

(When Bill, Don and I first tried tipping the table on October 7 we faked the results; this led to some rather vehement reactions on the part of the three women. [...]

[...] I don’t think it’s the kind of thing, for example, if it doesn’t check out we are not going to say, ‘Well, Bill, you’re a fake, go away.”)

In such situations you are taught that the self you have is not only flawed, but a facade—a fake self that cannot be trusted, and whose expression must be largely denied. [...]

If there is no life after life,
then what cosmic spendthrift formed
the universe,
for Chance alone can’t be
that prolific, or fake an order in which
an accident of such proportions
as the creation of a world
seems so inevitable,
each random element
falling pat, into place,
and each consciousness promptly appearing
with body parts all neatly assembled—
only to be squandered,
falling apart, dissolving into nothingness
while Chance grinds out newer odds.

[...] Those in the know would immediately recognize that the record was a fake.

[...] He could not have faked pretending to need the jobs, or it would not have worked, so neither of you could pretend to have physical difficulties so that you could, for example, put yourselves in other peoples’ shoes. [...]

Fake humility can cause you to tear down the value of others, because if you accept no worth in yourself you cannot see it in anyone else either. [...]

[...] Initially there would be no outward change of behavior except for a compensatory additional noisiness of faked gaiety and singing. [...]

The thin, cold “rationality” that is recognized as such is instead a fake veneer covering a far deeper spontaneous rationality, and it is the existence of that magical rationality that provides the basis for the intellect to begin with. [...]

[...] You can for a while fake the sort of disbelieving belief required, but your ability to sell is based upon your own confidence as an integrated and principled personality. [...]

“But why is this cause for concern?” Rob asked, with, I thought at the time, a marvelously faked innocence.

(May 6: Glimpse of triangular piece of costume jewelry, pewter in color, open in center, three sides of triangle set with rows of fake colorless “stones.” [...]

[...] The connections involving her mother’s bedridden condition and her tempestuous temper, including her suicide attempts, both faked and real, troubles with a succession of housekeepers, the lack of a father, the almost two years she spent in a Catholic orphanage while Marie was hospitalized, the death of her beloved grandfather, the whole strained atmosphere within which the gifted and impressionable child was growing, as well as her conflicts with church dogma and personalities, had, all together, powerful effects indeed. [...]