Quotes About Honesty

You'll tell me everything?" "Almost everything," I say with a smile. "A Frenchwoman must have her secrets." And I will Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I'll keep one secret. I

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. My drill instructor used to say that all the time. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to. I

People don't lie accidentally. It's not like tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

Two choices: ask for honesty and try to roll with unwanted truths or stick your head in the sand and be lied to.

Home was a state of mind, the peace that came from being who you were and living an honest life.

Nature never deceives us; it is always we who deceive ourselves. —JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU

It didn't feel right. Wasn't lying always wrong? And an omission like this was obviously a lie.

The only real answer lay in the courage to see a thing clearly and try to do better. Be better.

Mon Dieu, Isabelle, must you always speak whatever is on your mind?" Isabelle had heard this criticism all her life, but why should she hold her tongue? No one listened to her either way.

she'd let weakness in, and loss and regret, and those emotions had tainted her view of herself, but her love had run deep and been honest. Her biggest failure had been an inability to love herself as well as she'd loved her family.

What was the right thing for a mother to say to her nearly grown daughter about the ugliness in the world? How could she be honest?

Ha! Bitterness would do you good. All that smiling and pretending of yours would give me hives.

To forgive even when the apology tendered was as thin as fishing line and as breakable as a promise to do better.

should have told Emily everything and held on to her. Instead, I pretended I was okay. I could handle it. I'm a marine. And here I am Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and there she is." He leaned forward. "You have kids, right?" She nodded, sitting back.

There are only two people in the world who don't respect you Ã¢â'¬Â¦ as far as I know, anyway." She looked at Natalie, shaking her head slightly, as if she could stop her daughter's words. "Just two," Natalie said. A single tear streaked down her cheek and she impatiently brushed it away. "Dad Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and you.

You knew instantly that this was a man who always told the truth as he saw it, whether it was popular or not, who had a set of rules to guide his life and no other rules mattered. He

I'm afraid," I say, surprising myself with the admission. I can't remember admitting such a thing in years, although it has often been true. Four

Maybe the lie wasn't as wrong if it wasn't uttered aloud.

I wish every woman could have as a lover at some point in her life a man who never smoked or drank too much or became jaded from kissing too many girls or looking at porn, someone with the gracious muscles that come from honest work and not from the gym, someone unashamed of the animal side of human nature.

You're entitled to your own opinions and your own fantasies, but not your own facts—especially if your fantastical facts hurt people.

I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

I would rather be hated for what I am, then loved for what I am not.

The worst crime is faking it

I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not' Could be a summary of my book, 'Guilt Trip