Quotes About Transparency

Not everything needed to be brought into the light, he knew. Not every truth needed to be told.

There's no wrong answer. Just the truth.

You know Gabri, he wears his heart on his sleeve.' In fact, there were times Olivier wondered whether Gabri hadn't been born inside out. Before

Mother told us everything. Kaye would only give us her name, rank and serial number, which turned out to be her phone number. Couldn't get a straight answer out of her." Gabri turned to Reine-Marie. "I don't give straight answers either." "Nor should you, mon beau Garbri," said Rein-Marie.

Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.

Referencing the Democrats $2 trillion infrastructure bill and the projects it will pay for- "They're asking us to get in the van but they aren't showing us the candy!"

Light is the symbol of truth.

He wouldn't try to make her feel better about something if it meant telling her a lie.

write clearly, to refrain from obscure allusions or from supposing that my audience possesses any prior knowledge

navego por Wikileaks, que no está en activo debido a operaciones de mantenimiento y mejora de la seguridad, y contemplo el careto de Julian Assange, que encabeza todas las páginas como si fuera el gemelo de Jimmy Wales de la Deep Web.

What if our bodies were transparent, like a washing machine window? How wondrous to watch ourselves. Joggers would job even harder, blood pumping away. Lovers would love more. God damn! Look at that old semen go! Diets would improve-- kiwi fruit and strawberries, borscht with sour cream.

Y si nuestro cuerpo fuera transparente, como la puerta de una lavadora? Qué prodigio observarnos por dentro. Los deportistas correrían con más ahínco, bombeando sangre a toda máquina. Los amantes harían más el amor. ¡Hostia! ¡Mira esa descarga de semen! Las dietas mejorarían: kiwi y fresas, remolacha cocida con crema agria. (Del cuento Temps perdu)

I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other, for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to God, who is the searcher of our hearts, all our privacies are open?

Let us say what we feel, and feel what we say let speech harmonize with life.

Don't just tell people that you charge fixed fees, show them. Go that extra step and publish your prices on your website.

Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

When you let people into the inner sanctum of your life, you risk having them see the heart of you.

You know... how it feels to sit at a bar and not be judged- to just have a drink and let it all hang out. Why can't the church be more like that? Why can't you walk in and say, Oh, God, it's just you. Cool. I can be myself now. Not in a way that ignores our sins- but in a way that makes us accountable for them.

I hate that you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth.

Whenever an economic sector cloisters itself behind opaqueness, it will begin taking environmental, social, and economic shortcuts. Integrity occurs when people can see what's going in at the front door and what's coming out the back door. Absent that accountability, you lose integrity.

Nothing is as clean and nutritious as a customer-inspected facility and business. When the relationship marketer must pass the scrutiny of the discriminating patron, who personally looks over the entire operation, you'd better believe not one in a thousand would risk doing something unscrupulous.

People are more slothful than timid. Their greatest fear is the heavy burden that uncompromising honesty and nakedness of speech and action would lay on them.

Yes, Lord, I don't ever again want to have to hide from you. Thank you for inviting me to come before you, sins and all, and ask for forgiveness. In Jesus' name, Amen.

I see them there, my poor parents, rancorously playing at house in the childhood of the world. Their unhappiness was one of the constants of my earliest years, a high, unceasing buzz just beyond hearing. I did not hate them. I loved them, probably. Only they were in my way, obscuring my view of the future. In time I would be able to see right through them, my transparent parents.