Quotes About Honesty

Sê o que aparentas», ou, de uma maneira mais simples: «Nunca te imagines diferente do que aparentas aos outros, porque se foste diferente, também eles te imaginariam diferente.

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How great would be the disgrace to such a borough as that of Westminster if it should find that it had been taken in by a false spirit of speculation and that it had surrendered itself to gambling when it had thought to do honour to honest commerce.

Concordo com você - disse a duquesa, — e a moral disso é: Seja o que você parece ser, ou, se preferir a forma simplificada, Jamais imagine ser diferente do que aparentaria ser aos outros do que foi ou poderia ter sido se não fosse o que teria sido se aparentasse ser diferente para eles.

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

The world is a lie...not you and me.

All the times I say, 'Don't see me'? With you, I wish I had an opposite power: See me. See me, Evie. See all of me. There's a fella who loves you right here. I'm not perfect. I'm a handful. But you know what? So are you. There. Not sugarcoating it.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in which a girl might take an active role when she feels good and ready and not one minute before. No. Sexual desire is meant to sell soap. And cars. And beer. And religion.

And sometimes I just don't want to sparkle.

She's right. I don't trust her farther than I can run full-steam in a corset, but she's right. The truth is hard and unfair, but there it is.

The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693

Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again, I say, cheerily. It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.

Petra turned to her. Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now! Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. I didn't mean... No one ever does. Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.

I'm Sorry,' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.

Looking for truth makes a man hafta look at himself along the way.

We take such pains to be polite. We never say what we mean. For all it matters, we could greet each other and speak only of cheese - How was your Limburger, miss? Salty as a ripe Stinking Bishop, thank you. Ah, very cheddar, miss. I'll have your Stilton brought to your Camembert, then. - and no one would likely notice.

I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.

People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can surprise you.

Don't tell anybody, but sometimes, I just don't want to sparkle.

I should rather take my chances with the lions of Rome's ancient Colosseum than endure another tea chat with the likes of them. At least the lions are honest about their desire to eat you and make no effort to hide it.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. This light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

The most important quality in a friend is to be yourself. Unless you're not a very nice person. Then you should try to be somebody else.

People had to be who they were. The challenge was to love them for it. And to be honest when they'd hurt you. To apologize when you'd hurt them. It seemed pretty simple on the face of it. So why was it always so hard?