Quotes About Honesty

It takes courage to admit fear.

Trust is earned. Like gold.

When you've know me longer, you'll learn that I mean everything I say." "Even the lies?" "Especially the lies. Lord Petyr…

Why ask for truth," Ser Barristan said softly, "if you close your ears to it?

Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.

The best calumnies are spiced with truth.

Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.

You are an honest and honorable man, Lord Eddard. Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life." He glanced around the cell. "When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.

You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.

Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.

Some words are wind, ser. Some are treason.

The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear

Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves, a man and a woman, lovers, one flesh, as close as two can be. Our clothes make us different people. - Arianne

My words lied.My eyes and my arm shouted out the truth,but you were not seeing.

The best lies contain within them nuggets of truth, enough to give a listener pause.

Give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths.

All me lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it ... though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.

Is that true? There is truth in it. And lies as well? There is an untruth, and an exaggeration.

Bad enough when the dead come walking,"he said (Dolorous Edd) to Jon, "now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I'll warrant. And who's to say the bones wouldn't lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints-the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do. . . .

Better a beggar than a thief.

Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.

The truth will set us free. But freedom is cold and empty and frightening, and lies can often be warm and beautiful.

Sex is sharing, you see, and it's good to share with everyone. But the sharing has to be real and meaningful. That creates problems.

You're awful." "I'm honest. It's the world that's awful.