Quotes About Sincerity

Their life is a lie. I would rather live an honest life than an admired

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears

Yet although he was undoubtedly sincere in his intention that all races should be treated with justice, that notion was perfectly consistent in his mind with the concept of white supremacy. For him, there was a duty incumbent on the superior British race to safeguard and improve lesser ones. That, indeed, was part of the justification for imperial rule.

Everyone wishes to have truth on his side, but not everyone wishes to be on the side of truth.

He said there were two kinds of Christians: those who sincerely believe in God and those who, just as sincerely, believe that they believe. You can tell them apart by their actions in decisive moments.

What a subtle, treacherous thing it was to let yourself go that way! Because once you've started it was terribly difficult to stop; soon you were saying "I'm sorry, of course you're right", and "Whatever you think is best", and "you're the most wonderful and valuable thing int he world", and the next thing you knew all honesty, all truth, was as far away and glimmering, as hopelessly unattainable as the world of the golden people.

The whole point of crying was to quit before you cornied it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted: let yourself go and you started embellishing your own sobs, or you started telling about the Wheelers with a sad, sentimental smile and saying Frank was courageous, and then what the hell did you have?

that if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?

Se si vuole fare qualcosa di assolutamente onesto, qualcosa di vero, alla fine si scopre sempre che è una cosa che va fatta da soli.

if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

The whole point of crying was to quit before you cornied it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted, let yourself go and you started embellishing your own sobs.

He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn't try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating their depth with unnecessary shudders. … The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted

Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

You guys are so caught up in your polished images and your passive-aggressive comments that no one ever comes right out and says anything. Well, I'm going to.

You're a terrible liar, Sage, but I'm still touched you'd attempt it for my sake. A for effort.

Not me. Give me honesty anytime.

Do you think I'm pretty?" He regarded me with utter seriousness, like he always did. "I think you're beautiful." "Beautiful?" "You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes.

It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, between what's real affection and what's someone wanting to take advantage of you. But when you feel the real thing...well, you'll know.

Really?" I asked when they were gone. "Did you have to say that?" "I speak my mind, Sage. Don't you believe in telling the truth?

What may appear as audacity God views as authenticity.

The heart of the matter is a matter of the heart.

Algunos dieron las mejores respuestas que pudieron, otros admitieron que acababan de plantearse la razón de vivir, y otros fueron más sinceros al responder que no tenían ni la menor idea. ¡En efecto, varios le pidieron al profesor Moorhead que les escribiera de vuelta y les dijera si había encontrado la razón de vivir!