Quotes About Sincerity

You're betraying your whole life if you don't say what you think—and you don't say it honestly and bluntly.

You're betraying your whole life if you don't say what you think—and you don't say it honestly and bluntly." —Charles Krauthammer

The way I see it, it doesn't matter what you believe just so you're sincere.

It doesn't matter what you believe just so long as you're sincere.

How can we lose when we're so sincere?

Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He's gotta pick this one. He's got to. I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.

All right, so you believe in Santa Claus, and I'll believe in the 'Great Pumpkin.' The way I see it, it doesn't matter what you believe just so you're sincere! (Linus)

Why did you write "Charlie Brown is a blockhead" on the sidewalk?" "Because I sincerely believe you are a blockhead! I have to write what I believe is true... It's my moral respolsibility!" "Deep down I admire her integrity...

The real strong have no need to prove it to the phonies.

While her emotions were very real and they gnawed at her with a raw sincerity, she was listening to something deeper. She was listening to her will, not letting what she felt dictate what she would do. Didn't let it dictate her life.

to tell an emotional truth rather than an actual one.

Uncalled for excuses are practical confessions.

The only way I'm gonna trip over a bitch is if she lies on the floor.

It is easy to prime the pump and have the words gush forth in a torrent of pious phrases but the proof of what we really want – regardless of what we say we want – is evident in the way we live.

This is what you have to ask yourself: Do you want to be good, or just seem good? Do you want to be good to yourself and others? Do you care about other people, always, sometimes, never? Or only when convenient? What kind of person do you want to be?

All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.

If I could tell him just one thing, wherever he is, pass him one message, it would be this: he had something. Something to his thoughts, his ideas, the papers in his notebooks, the work we did in the garage. Beyond just a purity to his ideas, a sincerity to his belief, a genuine curiosity, a determination that, if he just sat there long enough, thought hard enough, failed enough times, he'd find a way in.

Your relationship having turned into a pantomime, a series of gestures in a well-worn scene, played out again and again, any underlying feeling having long since been obviated by emotional muscle memory, learning how to make the right faces, strike the right poses, not out of apathy or lack of sincerity, rather a need to preserve what was left of his pride.

If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can't tolerate it.

If you don't live it, it won't come out your horn.

You can't write any form of fiction unless you enjoy reading it. You must be sincere in your approach. It's no good despising the form. So many people think they could earn some money from writing something for which they have no affection. It won't work. The first thing you have to have is belief.

Jane, look at me," he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes. "You are the only woman for me–it"s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane," he said, forcing her face to down to his. "There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don"t put them there, my love.

Through mutual understanding, sincerity and goodwill, and with great wisdom and broad views, the leaders on both sides should jointly initiate new opportunities for peace, stability, cooperation and mutual benefit.

He found it virtually impossible to pretend to the niceties that served as social lubricant for the masses. He did not like all the runaround and flowery difficulty that accompanied even the simplest transactions. Why couldn't everyone just say what they meant? Why did they need to couch everything so cautiously? The truth should always be enough, regardless of its delivery.