Quotes About Honesty

It's easier to remember your lies if they're close to the truth,

Love hurt. Honesty made it hurt worse, and I could hardly stand it.

Me?' I laughed. 'I'm guilty.

Shut up. I'm drunk and I'm trying to confess, so just let me do it, okay?

When I told you I loved you, that's what I meant. I never intended to be your experiment, or your walk on the wild side, or your favorite mistake.

We lie. That's what we do. You're selling me a line of bullshit and you want me to sell you a line of bullshit back so you can write a major line of bullshit and be paid for it.

Cheating is like a girl's maidenhead. Doesn't matter if she's done it once or a hundred times; she's ruined just the same.

friendship risks the end of friendship

Never part with a fact unless you've no choice.

I would never lie to you, Mica," she lied.

Briefly, I was a journalist in my twenties, although not a very good one. I didn't quite grasp the whole concept of accuracy.

At every waking moment now, I was plagued by the thought that I was living a lie.

As we grow, we learn to overcome the tendency to run and hide from ourselves and our feelings. When we feel trapped or pressured, it takes great spiritual and emotional strength to be honest.

I open my heart to her and lay it on the table.

How long does one accept apologies; until apologies become reality and reality becomes the truth.

Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?

we lied half as much as grown-ups do, we'd be in time-out forever.

lyingest liar of them all.

but whenever it feels uncomfortable to tell the truth, that's often the most important time to tell it.

We need to talk," Dean said. "Whatever you have to say," Michael drawled, "You can say in front of me." I gave Michael a look. "Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of me, unless Cassie wishes to speak to you privately, in which case I completely respect her right to do so," Michael corrected himself.

We're all liars sometimes.

That was the first time I'd said that last bit out loud. Toby Hawthorne loved my mother. She loved him. It had been an epic, seaside kind of love. Literally. Just knowing that made me feel like I'd been lying to myself every time I'd pretended that I didn't have feelings, that things didn't have to be messy.

Is it still a lie, if you're masking what matters but what you're saying is technically true?

An angel," I repeated. "Have you met me?" "You, as in the girl who threw herself into the line of fire on my behalf after having known me less than a day?" Lily asked innocently. "Or the one who spends hours discussing zombie-related military tactics with my younger brother?" She paused. "Or maybe the one who can't even let herself be angry that her mother's a piece of work who's been refusing her calls all month?" Ouch. Lily usually didn't go quite so clearly for the jugular.