Quotes About Sincerity

The foundation of morality is to have done, once and for all, with lying.

I hope that what it comes down to at the end of the day is that people believe that I believe what I'm singing. It comes down to being believable. You don't have to be likeable generally, though, I think I am.

Maybe someday you can accuse somebody of being a poseur by selling out and playing blues music, but that's just not going to happen in my lifetime.

I've never done anything because I thought it would look cool.

Mallory uses a measured, concerned-mom voice rather than a snake-oil-salesman voice.

There is no artifice, no manipulation, no games.

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.

A special voice, an arresting voice, impossible to ignore. She didn't always hit precise notes—she wasn't some formalist, some scientist, some striver—but she sang from her gut and she meant it. Her voice a living organism: no song ever, ever the same twice.

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

I think you're really nice" "I'm nothing special." it's not a lament. More a statement.

Who would not rather trust and be deceived?

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.

There's one thing your writing must have to be any good at all. It must have you. Your soul, your self, your heart, your guts, your voice -- you must be on that page. In the end, you can't make the magic happen for your reader. You can only allow the miracle of 'being one with' to take place. So dare to be yourself. Dare to reveal yourself. Be honest, be open, be true...If you are, everything else will fall into place.

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.

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.

I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

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!

While I throw off the ceremony, I hold the faster to the kindness.

Butter wouldn't have melted my smile, I swear.

Pure in love, pure in attention, pure of heart. The other is no matter. Like thee and me, 'tis but a metaphor given flesh.