True Colors Quotes

I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There's no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it.

When people say they are happy for you it may mean they are sad for themselves.

A rainbow is not afraid of showing its true colors because it knows it is beautiful inside out.

When we are in a wrong environment, we feel so paranoid, yet unwilling to move out. There's no need for pussyfooting, we got to release our poisonous fluid and scream aloud, storming  out of the show like a radical.

Once you show someone your true colors it is impossible to paint over them.

To see a man’s true colors, tell him you’re saving yourself for marriage. To see a woman’s true colors, tell her you’re poor.

Watch them describe you to somebody else and see how it long it takes for them to bring up your physical description that'll tell you all.

Truthfully, wicked people reveal themselves in words first, to inhibit speech would inhibit us seeing the wicked before they act.

Sigmund Freud once asserted, "Let one attempt to expose a number of the most diverse people uniformly to hunger. With the increase of the imperative urge of hunger all individual differences will blur, and in their stead will appear the uniform expression of the one unstilled urge." Thank heaven, Sigmund Freud was spared knowing the concentration camps from the inside. His subjects lay on a couch designed in the plush style of Victorian culture, not in the filth of Auschwitz. There, the "individual differences" did not "blur" but, on the contrary, people became more different; people unmasked themselves, both the swine and the saints.

In the beginning, some people try to appear that everything about them is "in black and white," until later their true colors come out.

To be a man is to bring together that which you should be and that which you are. Deception is darkness.

Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the 'true colors' of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one's natural self.