Quotes About Transparency

I cannot lie. I cannot deny you. Page 305

You were mad at me for lying to you. Don't lie to us now.

I cannot lie. I cannot deny you.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

It is always assumed by the empty-headed, who chatter about themselves for want of something better, that people who do not discuss their affairs openly must have something to hide.

Truth is less complete in its utterance; it does not put everything on the outside; it allows us to see what is within.

A man only goes and confesses his faults to the world when his self will not acknowledge or listen to them.

when you're lying, it's best to stick as close to the truth as you can.

Supposedly, the truth was always the best option.

She was so transparent. Always a Daddy's girl. It was Stan's approval she so desperately craved, as if it were withheld from her, and yet she'd always had it, from the moment he first held her. Brooke was Stan's favorite. Everyone knew it except for Brooke.

You don't realize how much effort you've put into covering things up until you dig them out.

You know I have always tried to be honest with you and open about my life, so I need to tell you that part of what you have heard and read is correct. I am addicted to prescription pain medication.

withholding it and disclosing it. The writer is always doing one or the other – either keeping things unknown or drip-feeding the reader with details.

Once an excuse has been deployed, brutal honesty is no longer an option.

One must meet in the middle of the village green for all to attest to one's lack of guile or conceal it absolutely.

Justice Ginsburg objected that the context was in fact crucially different. She said that while termination and failure to hire or promote are public acts, easily ascertained, employees of most private companies have no way of knowing what their fellow workers are being paid.

Now our bones are revealed like truth.

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, the whole world would be vegetarian.

Truth loves the light...It never stays buried forever.

But you do choose not to reveal all the facts, which the way I see it is another form of lying." She sipped her wine.

Occasionally, for a fleeting, horrified moment, she caught a glimpse of herself. The shrill note in her voice. The stupid words. It was as if there were something heavy weighing on her tongue that had to be removed immediately—that expression, It's time I took matters in hand, uttered in such a phony way—and out of her mouth she plucked a big, shiny bug. And then another. And one more. Her mouth full of big, shiny bugs.

Whether we liked it or not we were involuntary witnesses to every man's behaviour, to the way he walked, the way he ate, the way he slept, the way he washed, the way he put on his clothes. No one could hide anything from anybody.

The secret is that there is no secret.

I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.