Quotes About Honestly

From the bottom of my heart I can honestly say that it is always nice to see Milan play.

The filth of village; honestly acquired.

Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you.

But I tell you, I did some real fretting, and honestly, if it hadn't been for the fact that God and I parted company so long ago, I might have even been sap enough to pray for him.

captain said and did was honestly according to his nature;

My father was a physicist and also an activist. My first public protest was with my dad at Stanford. I came by all that honestly.

I do implore my readers, therefore, not to be more clever than their author, and see portraits where, quite honestly, none are intended. C.B.

In a sense, discouragement does not have to exist. Allow it to be rather the encouragement to honestly reconsider all the options, then, as necessary, shine on.

Jerry Rice made the decision and we honestly tried to accommodate him the best way we can.

William,' she said, 'I wish you'd tell me what the matter is—' 'It's a bit complicated,' he said, 'but she won't be any trouble, honestly.' That wasn't what she meant, and both of them knew it; but somehow Will was in charge of this business, whatever it was.

Don't worry so much! My skin's thick enough to put up with honestly expressed opinions, even from outsiders, however little I may care for them. And if I started using my security people to break heads or quash dissent, I'd only prove I was exactly what they say I am, now wouldn't I? The

Boredom or discontent is useful to me when I acknowledge it and see clearly my assumption that there's something else I would rather be doing. In this way boredom can act as an invitation to freedom by opening me to new options and thoughts. For example, if I can't change the activity, can I look at it more honestly?

Thibs is dope. Honestly, he's a players' coach.

A robber? In the trash bins? Honestly, Wes. This is Salem Falls, not the set of Law and Order.

They did not see me as their dinner. They were pious men, honestly lost, and I would feed them, and if there was a handsome one amongst them, I might take him to my bed. It was not desire, not even its barest scrapings. It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

I thought thinking was suppose to help you work through the confusion,Honestly I'm more confused then before I started thinking.

A robber? In the trash bins? Honestly, Wes. This is Salem Falls, not the set of Law and Order.

What mattered was not veracity, but impact....the triumph of the visceral over the rational, the deceptively simple over the honestly complex.