Quotes About Honesty

You can fail to tell the truth. But the truth cannot be a failure even if it's ignored or rejected. The report told the truth.

People tend to forget the genuinely lousy level of officiating that was prevalent in professional tennis when I came along. That's why, with my parents' words echoing in my ears—tell the truth; be honest at any cost—I felt I was (don't laugh) on a kind of quest to get things to improve.

There are no things more cruel than truths about ourselves spoken to us by another that are perceived to be at least half true. Left unsaid and hidden we feel they can be changed or eradicated, in time.

Vending. Not selling.

Love is scary! Taking a vow to love someone through sickness and health, for richer for poorer, forsaking all others, until death do us part, is the most terrifying experience a person can have. Why pretend any differently?

Secrets become lies, and lies end up destroying you and everyone you care about.

She wasn't sure if they were telling her the truth; sometimes they told her things to see if she was gullible enough to believe them.

compassion, thoughtful opinions. He admits when he's wrong; he admits when he doesn't know. This is why their friendship has lasted while so many others have fallen away.

Telling the truth when you've done something wrong is the most terrifying thing in the world.

isn't religious but she does have an immutable sense of right and wrong and

What is the most important lesson of all? Perseverance? Honesty? Forgiveness? Love?

There is no artifice, no manipulation, no games.

You're taking time to process. You aren't making excuses. You aren't blaming

Secrets are lies! They're lies!

I am ashamed of my long letters to you, but I am such a murderer of language that I have to use it all to tell anything.

Now every time that I look at the sky , I see it so blue. I am forever grateful when you told me the truth.

Why so profane, ask the bookclubbers? Because we are talking here about death, and fuck you if you don't like it: You're going to die, too. This is serious. Fuck fuck fuck.

No scrim, no filter, no bullshit. She wasn't all bound up in there, gagged and furious and resentful beneath some high-pitched shrink-wrapped mess of pleasantry.

What even is a voice? It's the sound one makes with one's larynx. The way one makes oneself heard. Breath, vibration, a style of narration. Phrasing. And when you're singing from your bones and bowels, these things don't need explaining. Everyone can feel it in their bones and bowels, animals and plants included. An unpasteurized experience. Honesty is the ultimate life giver. What would you do with all the energy you'd save if you never had to lie?

We think sometimes we're only drawn to the good, but we're actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties

She was feeling more vulnerable and alone than she had felt in years. And incredibly frightened. For all her fiercely held independence, she still desperately craved solace. A secret desire to be held, protected. Loved? No, that was going to far. Love was a manipulation. A lie. Lust was more honest. Lust only messed with your body not your mind.

It is very unlikely your people are lying to you. But your measurements definitely are.

Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive.

Who would not rather trust and be deceived?