A Quote by Alli Simpson

I'd rather be real and hated, than fake and loved. — © Alli Simpson
I'd rather be real and hated, than fake and loved.
I would rather be hated every damn day of my life for being real than loved for being something I'm not.
I would rather be loved by millions and hated by the same number rather than moderately liked by everyone.
We'd rather be hated for what we are than loved for what we're not.
I know who I am, and I know my story, and the things that I talk about are authentic and real, and I always say this: I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not.
I'm closer to being happy. I'm doing things that make me happy. In football I loved to practice and I loved to play, but I hated to be in meetings, hated to talk to the media, hated to have cameras in my face, hated to sign autographs. I hated to do all those things.
God, it would be good to be a fake somebody rather than a real nobody.
Real person. real name. I won't divulge too much, but it's not a fake name. And it's not a fake person. I guess that's the best answer I can say: It's not a fake name and it's not a fake person. But it's not her real name and it's not a real person either.
It is better to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather than loved? It might perhaps be answered that we should wish to be both: but since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.
I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not. Straight up like that.
It's better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for someone you're not. It's a sign of your worth sometimes, if you're hated by the right people.
I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved who I am not. Even if you're not accepted, at least you are still yourself.
From this arises the question whether it is better to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather than loved. It might perhaps be answered that we should wish to be both: but since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
The world of art, I have suggested, is full of fakes. Fake originality, fake emotion and the fake expertise of the critics - these are all around us and in such abundance that we hardly know where to look for the real thing. Or perhaps there is no real thing?
I don't think fake people living in a fake house in a fake suburb are any less dismissible or believable than a fake psychic attending a fake school in a fake town. Nothing's inherently believable about any kind of fiction, because all of it's untrue.
She was plain and far from skinny or petite. As for parties...she'd rather be alone in a corner somewhere reading. She hated being nice to people she didn't like because her father wanted contributions. She hated being fake. All she wanted was to be herself.
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