Quotes About Honesty

I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool--and I'm not any of those--to say that I don't write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.

I do not trust people who don't love themselves and yet tell me, 'I love you.' There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.

One isn't necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me, 'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.

You have more power, more control than you could possibly imagine. My heart is in your hands. That's not bullshit. I'm not saying stuff I think you want to hear in order to manipulate you. I can't be any more honest than this. I'm yours, baby. I'm putting it out there. My heart, my soul, it all belongs to you.

No amount of saying 'I love you' and 'I trust you' makes it true when it isn't.

Actually I never did stand up. I'm not that funny.

Samo izvolite, poslužite se mojom dobrotom, trošite moju iskrenost, hranite svoj ego mojom ljubavlju, gužvajte moje emocije kao staru hartiju, uzalud vam trud. Ne?ete postati bolji, ne?ete postati ja, jer treba vam i duša. A nju mi ne možete uzeti, i sve dok je imam, ostat ?u ?ovjek.

Slušaj - kažem joj - govorim ozbiljno: Hajde da se vjen?amo. Ne?eš mnogo dobiti. Šašav sam, nesre?an, ?esto neprijatan, u životu sigurno ne?u daleko dotjerati, ali ?u te voljeti! Ako ti je to dovoljno, pristani.

Svakome cu priznati pravo da me prevari, osim prijatelju

Rat je surova ali poštena borba, kao me?u životinjama. Život u miru je surova borba, ali nepoštena, kao me?u ljudima. Razlika je ogromna.

Sincerity is the certitude that we speak the truth (and who can be certain of that?), but there are many kinds of honesty, and they do not always agree with one another.

Tako je bolje,bez slatkih rije?i,bez praznog smješka,bez varanja. Sve je lijepo dok ništa ne tražimo,a prijatelje je opasno iskušavati. ?ovjek je vjeran samo sebi.

War's a cruel but honest struggle, as between animals. Life in peace is cruel struggle, but a dishonest one, as between men.

Sve je lijepo dok ništa ne tržimo, a prijatelje je opasno iskušavati. ?ovjek je vjeran samo sebi.

Thou shalt not distort, delay, or withhold information.

So much relies on one person assuming the other is telling the truth. If a person can lie to you about one thing, he can lie about something else.

In theory, I would like to lead a transparent life. I would like my life to be as clear as a new pane of glass, without anything shameful and no dark shadows. I would like that. But if I am completely honest, I have to acknowledge secrets too painful even to tell myself. There

Was mad, fatal love the only honest love? On the one hand, of course not. On the other, who set out cold-bloodedly to have an affair without even the hope of real feeling, the kind that might last? Was it just naivety on my part, thinking that's how it should happen?

Will your hearts always be aching? Is that what you are asking me?" Goodman shifted in discomfort. "Something like that," he said. "Yes," said the counselor in a suddenly plangent voice. "Always they will be aching. I wish I could tell you something else, but I wouldn't be telling the truth. My wise and gentle friends, this is the way it will be from now on." No one could say anything. "We are so, so fucked," Jules finally said,

She sometimes said, "I don't know," even when she did know. What she meant was that it was more comfortable to stay in vagueness than to leave it.

We are never deceived," she says, her voice deep and ringing. "We deceive ourselves.

The raw, ugly, mottled things you fear about yourself in your most private moments--what happens when someone says them aloud to you? The feeling like your skin slipped from your body, showing everything, red and veined.

Can I trust you, Addy?" he asks. I say he can. Does anyone ever answer that question with a no?