Quotes About Honesty

if a person doesn't speak her mind she will carry her resentment until it burns her

Some secrets were much harder to keep than others, especially ones you kept from yourself.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

You can always tell a liar, for he will not look at you when he speaks, and often he has white spots on his fingernails, one to mark every lie he's told.

Onde havia uma mentira, sempre se descobriam outras.

that you must be yourself no matter what; anything else was a lie, and a denial of who you were would always cause grief. What you put out into the world came back to you threefold.

You will be amazed to find how easy it is to lie, even to those you love best.

Sorry," Mary said. "I had some errands to run." Pauline eyed her. It would be Pauline's way to say, No you didn't. It would be Pauline's way to refuse the decorum of the fib, to embrace the painful honesty. It would be her way to say, You just didn't feel like having lunch with me. Which would have been true, of course. And no less embarrassing, regrettable, awkward, no less vigorously denied, because it was true.

He has given ample evidence of qualities hardly any other living statesman has demonstrated to the same degree: the courage to look facts in the face and to seek flexible solutions, respect for others, give-and-take in dialog situations, absence of hypocrisy, a complete absence of grandeur in the conduct of his personal life. He has never been driven by blind self-assertion to make absurd decisions.

empathic and open, understanding and understandable, honest and available, helpful and loving, feeling, transparent, clear

They are able to listen, to identify with others; they are outgoing, concerned, and usually less prone to illusions than the figures we see them encountering. As they have experienced honesty and unconditional affection in their early years, they are better able to cope with their lives than those who are fed on illusions and later have to fight to find out the truth about themselves, like Claudia, Anika, Helga, or Lilka.

To free them from this isolation—the feeling of being the sole guardian of a guilty secret—parents would need to summon up the courage to admit their errors to their children. This would change the whole situation. In calm and collected conversation with their children they might say something like this:

I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.

The body would become aware of this sooner or later, and no amount of fine-sounding words would be able to deceive it for long.

And at the end of his letter one terrible sentence. 'If I loved you I would have written differently.

That was the kind of lie I hope to never have to tell again, the contempt I hoped never to have to show, about the things that really mattered to me. And in order to do that, I would pretty well have to steer clear of people I used to know.

Mentira nenhuma, afinal, era mais violenta que as mentiras que nós contamos a nós mesmos e aí desgraçadamente temos que continuar contando para segurar aquele vômito todo no estômago, comendo a gente por dentro.

verdad, joven, si usted no lo sabe, no debería tener un trabajo de tanta responsabilidad.

Exactly,' she said, and made her point as simply as that. There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven. ~pg 8

He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn't something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal—whatever normal was.

These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors

They were all things she would not give away in New York, where she watched others tell their drunken bar stories, prostituting their families and their trauma for popularity and booze. These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors.

Your sordid life is your sordid life. You shouldn't live it if you don't like it.

Had my brother really seen me somehow, or was he merely a boy telling beautiful lies?