Quotes About Honesty

She had a way of bringing out genuineness in the least genuine of people.

Dementia was like a truth serum.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

If someone offers to take your burden, you need to know he is serious, not just being polite and kind. Polite and kind do not last.

Lack of clarity is a writer's truth.

In It's Only Temporary, Evan Handler confronts the ambiguities of life backward, forward, and in between. With hilarious honesty he reflects on the realization that we can start over again. It's Only Temporary is a heartfelt book for all of us who are getting younger and older at the same time.

In truth, this was a bad thing that Yan Chang had done, telling me my mother's story. Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

I'm not consciously hiding anything.' After Ruth said that she wondered whether it was true. Then again, who revealed everything - the irritation, the fears? How tiresome that would be.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

When one is pretending, the entire body revolts.

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

Yes, it is you, and I am in love with you and I am going to be frank with you, brutally frank, because when you have an equal you can afford to be frank.

The humiliations and defeats, given with a primitive honesty, end not in frustration, despair or futility, but in hunger, an ecstatic devouring hunger—for more life." - Anais Nin

She was truthful, or I was the greatest dupe who ever existed. I can only believe in our ecstasy. I don't want to know, I only want to love her.

Now that I have been truthful I am no longer anxious. Anaïs

I gave him the one thing June cannot give him: honesty. I am so ready to admit what a supremely developed ego would not admit: that June is a terrifying and inspiring character who makes every other woman insipid, that I would live her life except for my compassion and my conscience, that she may destroy Henry the man, but Henry the writer is more enriched by ordeals than by peace.

gave him the one thing June cannot give him: honesty. I am so ready to admit what a supremely developed ego would not admit: that June is a terrifying and inspiring character who makes every other woman insipid, that I would live her life except for my compassion and my conscience, that she may destroy Henry the man, but Henry the writer is more enriched by ordeals than by peace.

I want the key, the key to the lies." "Passion and violence never opened a human being." "What opens human beings?" "Compassion.

Man seems powerless to face the truth or the relative truth stripped of all adornment.

I have no longer the strength to act what I do not feel.

I am in a fever of ruthless honesty. Anaïs

Incidentally, this is one of the worst defects in all the journal writing—this tacking on of recently digested syntheses. No syntheses, please! And in the finished work, no slippery escapes, no short, pithy, ambiguous lines or sentences. Full out, or else nothing.

Don't hesitate to betray your ignorance. It's no crime.

That is why I always lie. I can't have a truthful relationship. Gore's idealization of me sets my pattern. I begin truthfully, but then I withhold what hurts him, what would destroy his illusion. I hide my psychoanalysis, my real age, my sexual needs, my past lovers and experience, my negro lover, and I give him his dream, his ideal woman. But where am I in the end?