Quotes About Sincerity

Do you understand this is serious? I understand you think it's serious.

Dorothy has one of those kitten-in-a-tree posters-- Hang in There! She posts her poster with all sincerity. I like to picture her running into some self-impressed Williamsburg bitch, all Bettie Page bangs and pointy glasses who owns the same poster ironically. I'd like to listen to them try to negotiate each other. Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness. It's their Kryptonite.

I am absolutely, one hundred percent sincere right now- I have your back, and I won't fuck with you.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite.

But I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music. I can't do it, but I can applaud it in others.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite. Dorothy

I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music. I can't do it, but I can applaud it in others.

Everyone is nice. They are literally as nice as they can be.

Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.

She took my hand and offered me a pure, sweet smile, petting my palm, which might have felt better than any touch I'd ever experienced.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her. And finally: The important thing is she makes you really happy.

Los irónicos siempre se deshacen cuando se ven confrontados con la más absoluta sinceridad, es su kriptonita.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing that we are just plain nice folks.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks. I was her truth object, and she was mine.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world.

The appearance of sincerity counts for more than actual truthfulness. People only need to believe for a few minutes at a time.

Let each man say what he deems truth, and let truth itself be commended unto God.

The true value of a man is not determined b his possession, supposed or real, of Truth, but rather by his sincere exertion to get to the Truth. It is not possession of the Truth, but rather the pursuit of Truth by which he extends his powers and in which his ever-growing perfectibility is to be found

The true value of a man is not determined by his possession, supposed or real, of Truth, but rather by his sincere exertion to get to the Truth. It is not possession of the Truth, but rather the pursuit of Truth by which he extends his powers and in which his ever-growing perfectibility is to be found.

I don't believe anyone who says love, love, love. It means self, self, self.

It helped a lot not being able to speak much French. You sound awfully truthful if you don't know the right words.

All my conversations with Pyle seemed to take grotesque directions. Was it because of his sincerity that they so ran off the customary rails? His conversations never took the corners.

Marcel, I know I'm an old woman and as you say a bit of an actress. But please go on pretending. As long as we pretend we escape. Pretend that I love you like a mistress. Pretend that you love me like a lover. Pretend that I would die for you and that you would die for me.' I read the message again now; I thought it movingly phrased . . . And he had died for her, so perhaps he was no comédien after all. Death is a proof of sincerity.

Perhaps truth and humility go together; so many lies come from our pride