Quotes About Honesty

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

There are two reasons not to tell the truth--becuase lying will get you what you want, and because lying will keep someone from getting hurt.

It's not that he doesn't love you enough to tell you the truth, she said. It's that he loves you too much to risk it.

I found plain truth very interesting.

Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

Only the liar knows he's lying

Edward: Wait--you were trying to hit on me? Susan: Damn straight. Edward: The thing is, I'm not. Straight, I mean.

Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself.

Keeping a secret isn't always lying. Sometimes it's the only way to protect the person you love.

The truth has teeth.

What if what you know isn't what people want to hear?

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.

As anyone who's ever contracted it knows, lies are an infectious disease. They slip under the almond slivers of your fingernails and into your bloodstream.

Where is the line between keeping something private, and being dishonest?

How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.

Sometimes the hardest thing to hear is the truth.

Some think that they are incredible but are actually un-credible. Do you work, master your craft...

Give the labourer his wage before his perspiration be dry.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for its own sake but as he was given to saying it straightened out one's thoughts.