Quotes About Honesty

I have been telling a lot of lies lately.

Boast disguised as confession. Threat disguised as confession.

I didn't think I seemed like the sort of person who would mind." "What?" "I'd have fucked you anyway." . . . "I thought I'd lose you," he said at last. "Have you ever told me the truth?" "Look—" he paused. "People lie to me all day long. And I lie to them all day long. I've done it all my life.

He was convincing. Lying as cultural attribute. A hazard of the job. And I fell for it. It did not occur to me that he lies simply because he likes it. Lies to bosses. Lies on the stand. He boasts about it. Lies under oath. It's called testilying, he'd told me. Lies to women, especially to women. Starting with his mother and working his way through all of us. His wife. The doll collection. He couldn't be bothered to tell the truth.

I don't care what you do," Malloy said to me, "you can do anything you want, but if you ever tell anyone I eat frozen diet dinners, I'll kill you.

Sex is one of the few honest places inside us; it doesn't know how to lie, even if we change the story for the public.

Then...you want to tell me what's going on with you and Deck?" Lindsey asked. "Nothing's going on," Tracy started to say, but changed it to a simple, "No." Lindsey, after all, wasn't an idiot. Naked plus naked equaled something, not nothing.

When you sit that way, you look kind of like a beach ball with a head," he continued. "Your haircut is really, really bad, I'm probably going to lose my job for helping you this way, and I'm dying to fuck you." He glanced at her. "That honest enough for you?

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

As we ride the elevator Gale finally says "You're still angry." "And you're still not sorry," I reply. "I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?" he asks. "No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion," I tell him.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

I still stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?' he asks. 'No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,' I tell him.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the words coming from his lips. 'What's impressed you most since you arrived here?' I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. Be honest, I think. Be honest.

What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?

Only.. I want to do die as myself

You can blame it on the circumstances, the environment, but you made the choices you made, no one else. It's a lot to take in all at once, but it's essential that you make an effort to answer that question. Who are human beings? Because who we are determines the type of governing we need. Later on, I hope you can reflect and be honest with yourself about that you learned tonight.

Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

Do you want me to lie about it?" ... "No I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion.

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

I've no use for liars. What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?