Quotes About Honesty

there are none as virtuous as those who have never been asked.

We perform all kinds of contortions of the mind to make a reason why it isn't really the way it looks, but we only fool the people who want to be fooled." "Maybe I knew, and forgot," he said, thinking back to his struggle to learn about himself, to piece together the evidence of what kind of a man he was, the good and the bad.

For a wild moment he thought of friendship, a closeness better than romance, cleaner and more honest; then it disappeared.

selfishness in others. It was ugly from every aspect, a spiritual weakness which soured every other virtue. Even courage and honesty were marred by it in the end.

No hay nadie en el mundo que tenga suficiente dinero para comprar tu vida, tu honradez, tu hogar, tus amigos! Tu sueño por la noche... —No

She would not want anyone she cared for to love a false reflection of her. After all, could there be a greater loneliness than that?

I would doubt that virtue, to her, means abstinence. It is far more likely to mean courage, compassion, and the integrity to be brutally honest, first with yourself and then with others, and never to run away just because you are exhausted or afraid.

She knows what matters and what doesn't,' she answered, choosing her words carefully. 'She remembers what she receives, but never what she gives. She doesn't hold grudges, and if she thinks something is funny she will laugh, whether it is the done thing or not. She loves the opera, and gorgeous clothes. She is honest when it is fashionable not to be, but she is never unnecessarily unkind. And she will fight to the death for a cause she believes in.

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

But I lived a lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I am trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger and I cannot admit the irrationality of love. Oh the lies I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone? asked Thorne softly. Can we not keep some secrets?

Tell me–how old are you, Reuben? I'm thirty-eight. How is that for total honesty? Do you know many women who volunteer they're thirty-eight?

I see that you are capable of secrecy but quite incapable of a lie.

He wanted the truth and knew he could not get it by hostile means.

You do not want secrets which can be ripped from your heart.

My love for Daniel had never been entirely honest, and always viciously possessive, and quite entangled with my own hatred of the world at large, and my confusion in the face of the baffling modern times which had begun to open up to me when I emerged in the late years of the Eighteenth Century from the catacombs beneath Paris.

It's a lie that I hold him high in my affections. My life is full of such lies.

Passing on information to a friend was no breach of promise of secrecy . . . because it was no more than telling it to oneself.

I go out an honest man, but you stay in a rogue.

Cosa vuoi che ti faccia? Vuoi che ti prenda mentre dormi? Vuoi che ti faccia venire mentre tu fingi che nemmeno esisto? Vuoi entrare nel mio letto e lasciare che ti mostri cose che non hai mai nemmeno sognato? Si, no.. Quale di queste? Sii coraggiosa. Devi solo dirmelo. farò quello che vuoi Forse non sono tanto coraggiosa, dopotutto. il coraggio è avere paura e continuare lo stesso.

The thing about caller ID is," Red said, more or less to himself, "it seems a little like cheating. A person should be willing to take his chances, answering the phone.

History is not just about the things we like or the people we want to love and admire—a fantasy date with our favorite dead person.

People follow a person who they feel "speaks the Truth.

Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?