Quotes About Sincerity

Do not accept anything as love which lacks truth.

We were losers who talked a winning game. No wonder honesty came to mean for my sister saying only the most damaging things against herself. If she began by admitting defeat, then something was possible: sincerity, perhaps, or at least the avoidance of appearing ludicrous.

I believe no one else can correct our feelings; they are pure, incorrigible.

When I grew up I would always be frank, loving and generous.

If she began by admitting defeat, then something was possible: sincerity, perhaps, or at least the avoidance of appearing ludicrous.

She was an auxiliary nurse but training to be a true nurse because that was her calling, to serve mankind. She was a Martha. There were Marys and Marthas, but Marys got all the limelight because of being Christ's handmaiden, but Marthas were far more sincere.

when I talk to people I really like to talk to them, and not just exchange pleasantries and wonder which of us is going to try to get away first. Most social occasions leave me less than enthralled.

Let me, however, although no verbal critic, protest against the profanation of the word friend. In this my history I must be honest, make a distinction between the oriental diamond and its worthless imitation of paste, and separate the grain from the chaff — gossamer words, that weigh nothing, from substantial realities heavier than gold.

Men are never convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, of the seriousness of your sufferings, except by your death. So long as you are alive, your case is doubtful; you have a right only to their skepticism.

How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

Don't listen to their words, fix your attention on their deeds.

But I have no sense of humor and not enough courage to be cynical.

People form their real friendships before they're twenty-five,—generally, before they are twenty,—I think. Up to that time we're trustful and hideously disinterested; and after that age we get to liking people for the amount of amusement or profit or inspiration we can drag from them. But, up to then, it's friendship because—well, just because it's friendship. That's the way it was with us, anyhow.

When you aren't sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith.

We come to realize that the universe mirrors back to us perfectly our beliefs, our intentions, our sincerity. What is is the product of the map of reality you carry inside you. If you want to change your experience, you need to change the map.

A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one; it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.

Te entiendo. Eso dijo esa tarde junto al semáforo. Te entiendo. No «te quiero». No «cariño». No «cálmate». Y en esas dos palabras hubo mucho más de lo que nadie me había dicho hasta entonces. Hubo una verdad tan inmensa, tan vasta, que supe que era sincero. Y supe también que no me haría daño, que quizá Isaac había llegado a mi vida para enseñarme a defenderme de mí misma, a cuidar de mí.

Christ and we against the world;" "Christ in the world's power, and we left alone:" such, in brief, was the difference between the two sifting seasons. The results of the sifting process were correspondingly diverse. In the one case, it separated between the sincere and the insincere; in the other, it discovered weakness even in the sincere.

Be this as it may, we know on the best authority that Nathanael was a man of great moral excellence. No sooner had Jesus seen him than He exclaimed, "Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile!" The words suggest the idea of one whose heart was pure; in whom was no doublemindedness, impure motive, pride, or unholy passion: a man of gentle, meditative spirit, in whose mind heaven lay reflected like the blue sky in a still lake on a calm summer day.

Cold in my professions, warm in ?my? friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it m?ight? be in my power, by action rather than words, ?to? convince you that I love you.

I affect not reserves which I do not feel. I will not amuse you with an appearance of deliberation when I have decided. I frankly acknowledge to you my convictions, and I will freely lay before you the reasons on which they are founded. The consciousness of good intentions disdains ambiguity.

I never did think the truth was a crime.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found. False Eloquence, like the Prismatic Glass, Its gawdy Colours spreads on ev'ry place; The Face of Nature was no more Survey, All glares alike, without Distinction gay: But true Expression, like th' unchanging Sun, Clears, and improves whate'er it shines upon, It gilds all Objects, but it alters none.