Quotes About Honesty

Surely, Miss Ashburn,' and he looked at me stedfastly, 'you cannot think I would ever use your mother ill.' 'Do you love her, sir?' 'I have told you, Miss Ashburn, I admire her—I think her a fine spirited woman.' 'Do you love her, sir?' rejoined I with more emphasis. 'Love! why yes—no!—I have a great friendship for her, madam.—But as to love 'tis out of fashion—it is exploded.

but we people of fashion know better things. We know self-love and insincerity to be useful and important qualities, the grand cement which binds our intercourse with each other. Born a superior race, we can bid truth and plain honesty depart; and, having dressed falsehood and guile in all the fascination of the senses, can bow down before the idol of our own creation.

Was I unjust, Caroline? but his mention of secresy instantly filled my mind with a supposition that his words wore one form, and his intentions another. I warned him to depart. I told him, I despised concealment; that I had ever scorned to separate my wishes from my acts, or my actions from my words. I said, his caution pointed out my duty. I bade him, as I then thought a final adieu.

Francis focused on the woman's eyes. They really were quite free of guile, he reflected. Unusual in the females of his acquaintance, and therefore refreshing.

I do not say everything I think (as has been said of me by master-critics) but I take every means to say what I think, which is different! — or I fancy so!

There is great injustice everywhere and a rankling party-spirit, and to speak the truth and act it appears still more difficult than usual.

The secret to getting away with lying, is believing with all your heart. That goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another

Why didn't you mention how you were feeling?" "Because it's feelings," I said. "And feelings are terrible.

You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway.

So I am going to trust you. I want you to know that if it turns out you're playing me, I'm going to spend the whole endless time the black hole is spaghettifying both of us being extremely disappointed in you.

Aristotle, asked what those who tell lies gain by it, replied: That when they speak the truth they are not believed::

Sometimes the truth, told right, was the best lie.

There was, they conceded, no point in pretending to be other than they were, as it seemed their presence was not secret and never had been.

Punishing Benedick because she didn't like his honest answers got them no closer to healing.

It's way too late to start pretending you like me." "I do like you, you enormous pain in the ass.

People had secrets. You lived with it or you didn't.

You have had many lovers, it seems." "I have many liasons," the Elf-knight answered, unflinchingly. "I have one lover.

I don't love you. You shouldn't change yourself for me.

Seeker could have peered inside Morgan's cottage, but some perversity moved her to play fair.

What did it hurt me to be honest with her? To be vulnerable?

Caitlin Conn was a lousy liar. In her father's house, refusing to lie had been rebellion, and under those circumstances the small rebellions kept one sane. You asserted any control you could; you defended any part of your identity you could own. Lying would have been safer, it would have diverted Alasdair's attention.

How long has it been, mistress? Just think: I offer what another cannot. I am what I am, and no apologies. I will not lie to you, promise to protect you, take my use of you, and leave. I cannot, and you will always have control of me.

God, she sounded like my first girlfriend. Only girlfriend, if I'm going to be honest.

It is perilous to admit weakness. It is even more perilous to lie to dragons.