Quotes About Honesty

When I think it's good not to say the truth, I don't say anything. I don't like actors in general, they lie, they are liars, trust me.

I'm none of those things. I'm just me.

Look, you're a lot of things to me—but a dog? Not one of them." I whisper, "What am I to you?" He stares at me a long time. "Sometimes you're my mom—but a good one that doesn't lie. Sometimes you're my frickin' wife—with your folded laundry and fried

There are worse things than a lie and there are better things than the truth!

Whatever is now covered up will be uncovered and every secret will be made known.

So, like I asked, what's with the nightie?" "It smells like what I always think mothers smell like," I tell him honestly, knowing I don't have to explain. He nods. "My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.

Sometimes you look at me and it's like all the bullshit gets stripped off and I'm left with what's underneath and I kind of like what I see. Someone who actually fails. Someone who has absolutely no self-control. Someone who says real dickhead things like 'this is complicated.' I like that part of me, you know. I like the fact that I know I can't control you or how I feel about you and that doesn't freak me out.

Truth is dangerous.

Everyone else would have danced around the truth for too long a time. Lirah, was able to slap them in the face with it until it could be avoided no longer.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defense-less and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don't feel free. I feel like shit.

We make weird friends," I say instead. "I've never been into the f-word with people." "I'm privileged, then? Why me?" He thinks for a moment and then shrugs again. "You're the realest person I've ever known." "Is that good or bad?" "It's fucking awful. There's not much room for bullshit, and you know how I thrive on it.

The trust of a people comes from the goodness of their leaders.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

This one hear will never be easy, because he's never learned to be false.

If we want to truly regain the public's trust, we can provide greater accountability and transparency with a simple step. Let's start by communicating to our constituents about the votes we take.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

Be honest, Do I give off a vibe that says 'No, handsome stud, I don't want you to make a pass at me,' while at the same time communicating, 'Hello there, acne-ridden dwarf. Promise me we'll meet again.

Just be you-strong and honest. The rest falls into place if you do that. It always has. It always will. Remember that. No matter what happens over the . . . centuries ahead of you, remember to be honest with yourself. And if you fail, forgive yourself. You'll make mistakes. The whole world is new, and they have so many more years in the then you.

You won't like me if I'm cruel." -"I don't like you now." -"We don't lie." -"I'm mortal, Irial. I can lie all I want to.

Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.

You're killing me here, Ash. Good, she said. She'd bend a few rules, but they both knew she wasn't going to push him beyond where he chose to go. Love wasn't to be based on trickery. But reminding him what he's refusing isn't trickery.

You need to face what you're running from

The dangerous undertone that she'd heard in his voice earlier was nowhere to be heard now, but what was there instead—raw honesty—was even more tempting.