Quotes About Honesty

La dignidad de la verdad se pierde con demasiadas protestas.

How long has it been since you wrote a story where your real love or your real hatred somehow got onto the paper? When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like a lightning bolt? What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

Confess the truth until it moves from head to heart." -Ray Comfort

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!

The man who says that he has no illusions has at least that one.

There are the girls we love, the men we look up to, the tenderness, the friendships, the opportunities, the pleasures! But the fact remains that you must touch your reward with clean hands, lest it turn to dead leaves, to thorns, in your grasp.

I am stupid, am I not? What more can I want? If you ask them who is brave--who is true--who is just--who is it they would trust with their lives?--they would say, Tuan Jim. And yet they can never know the real, real truth....

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose.

Vosotros sabéis que odio, detesto, que me resulta intolerable la mentira, no porque sea más recto que los demás, sino porque sencillamente me espanta. Hay un tinte de muerte, un sabor de mortalidad en la mentira que es exactamente lo que más odio y detesto en el mundo, lo que quiero olvidar. Me hace sentir desgraciado y enfermo, como la mordedura de algo corrupto.

Ja sabeu que odio, detesto, no suporto la mentida, i no perquè sigui més íntegre que vosaltres, sinó simplement perquè m'horroritza. A les mentides hi ha un tint de mort, un regust de mortalitat - exactament el que més odio del món - una cosa que vull oblidar. Em fa sentir malalt i miserable, com si mossegués alguna cosa putrefacta. Qüestió de temperament, suposo.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies--which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world--what I want to forget.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lies,—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose.

Semua ambisi itu sah, kecuali yang dicapai dengan menyengsarakan dan menginjak-injak kepercayaan orang lain.

There's no suspicion from prejudice.

Las mentiras tienen cierto sabor fúnebre, guardan relación con la mortalidad.

Charles Gould did not open his heart to her in any set speeches. He simply went on acting and thinking in her sight. This is the true method of sincerity.

you know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies— which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world— what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do.

I was made to look at the convention that lurks in all truth and on the essential sincerity of falsehood.

The epigrammatic saying that speech has been given to us for the purpose of concealing our thoughts came into his mind.

When he stepped off the straight and narrow path of his peculiar honesty, it was with an inward assertion of unflinching resolve to fall back again into the monotonous but safe stride of virtue as soon as his little excursion into the wayside quagmires had produced the desired effect.

A diplomatic statement, Lena, is a statement of which everything is true but the sentiment which seems to prompt it.

It is very difficult to tell the truth, and young people are rarely capable of it.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies -which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world -what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose.