Quotes About Transparency

It is our job above all in politics to tackle the big issues and to explain them, and have the honesty to say to people, 'There are no easy solutions here.'

The truth isn't going to bend itself to suit you.

The truth doesn't stop being the truth just because you don't want to talk about it or won't face it.

What is right, what is morally just, cannot be silenced or kept in the shadows. There is no stronger spotlight than the truth.

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Por el otro, su naturaleza tan derecha, frontal, sin remilgos, directa- lo que siempre le he agredecido; nada de palabrejas analgésicas-. Y lo que al principio creí ver como esnobismo (que no le guste el ruido gratuito, la alegría falsa, la fiesta, el aspaviento, la pompa, la seriedad solemne), no es más que una sencillez muy clara.

open communication, in tandem with quickly fixing the problem, is the only way to build and retain trust.

Trust has to be your highest value in your company. And if it's not, something bad is going to happen.

when one performs her duty, never excusing herself, no one [15]knows it; on the contrary, imperfections appear immediately.

It seems to me that if a little flower could speak, it would tell simply what God has done for it without trying to hide its blessings

Know that the police are not required to make a statement on an officer-involved shooting for seventy-two hours.

We need, between us and the fish which, if we saw it for the first time cooked and served on a table, would not appear worth the endless shifts and wiles required to catch it, the intervention, during our afternoons with the rod, of the rippling eddy to whose surface come flashing, without our quite knowing what we intend to do with them, the bright gleam of flesh, the hint of a form, in the fluidity of a transparent and mobile azure.

In the end they come to fill out so completely the curve of his cheeks, to follow so exactly the line of his nose, they blend so harmoniously in the sound of his voice that these seem to be no more than a transparent envelope, so that each time we see the face or hear the voice it is our own ideas of him which we recognise and to which we listen. And

C. S. Lewis wrote that in prayer we must "lay before Him what is in us, not what ought to be in us.

Now, with the Transparency Act, the government has set out to reveal wrongdoing by chiefs, not the Department. There is nothing wrong with the act except the context, the attitude and the political purpose.

a few more facts out into the open.

That's the end of it?" "Not quite. I've invited Grant to a little confab in my office tomorrow, with Porter Smalls. Mitford will be there, and her campaign manager, and I'd like you to sit in. And I'll get Rose Marie to come along." "Why is that?" "Because I want everybody clear on what happened here, and why everybody did what they did—including you and me," the governor said.

When you control communication, you can hide anything you want.

turn off the bullshit for the moment, Jack. Turn off that lawyer brain of yours and the thinking three steps ahead and the self-absorption and that overriding love of money you have, and answer me seriously and honestly.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

Joseph stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked upward, waiting for her to reappear. He felt a desire to open his body for her inspection, so that she could see all the hidden things in him, even the things he did not know were there. That would be right, he thought. Then she would know the kind of man I am; and if she knew that she would be a part of me.

He felt a desire to open his body for her inspection, so that she could see all the hidden things in him, even the things he did not know were there.

She was about as wide open as a fist.

Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.