Quotes About Honesty

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

candid , adj . Most times, when I'm having sex, I'd rather be reading. This was, I admit, a strange thing to say on a second date. I guess I was just giving you a warning. Most times when I'm reading, you said, I'd rather be having sex.

You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.

When I say, Be my lover , I don't mean, Let's have an affair . I don't mean, Sleep with me . I don't mean, Be my secret . I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

Because when a guy's a jerk or an asshole, it's easier because you know exactly where you stand.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world. to know that something right happened, and to know that it had happened not through luck or command but simply because it was right.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

I want to take back at least half of the "I love you"s, because I didn't mean them as much as the other ones.

I am so used to hints and mixed messages, saying things that might mean what they sort of sound like they mean. Games and contests, roles and rituals, talking in twelve languages at once so the true words won't be so obvious. I am not used to a plainspoken, honest truth.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

If I'm not telling you something, it's for a reason. Just because you trust me, it doesn't mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesn't work like that.

No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty more times now than I did when we were dating. But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

So there we were. Once upon a time, during the storybook version of dating we'd gone through, I'd pretended that it was possible to love her when I only mildly liked her. Now I had no desire to pretend we'd ever be in love, and I liked her madly. 'Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?' I asked her. She laughed. 'You mean, can we share our fuckups and see if we can get any wisdom out of them?' 'Yeah,' I said. 'That would be nice.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

I have lied so often that I've lost track of the truth.

We often believe the truest measure of a relationship is the ability to lay ourselves bare. But there's something to be said for parading your plumage as well, finding truth as much in the silly as the severe.

It's Miranda who speaks up. You're gay, she says, with complete seriousness. And I love you.

confrontation, n.: You turn away from the truth when asked to face it, while I stare at it too long, until it becomes a blur.

This Santa's beard was real, and so was his hair. He wasn't fucking around.

I can't stand being mean. People playing games. I want to guard myself against it, but I make a shitty guard for my own heart. I would rather lose the game than play it. I would rather be hurt than be mean. Because I can live with myself if I'm hurt. I don't think I could live with myself if I were mean.

The first sentence of the truth is always the hardest.