Honesty Quotes

Stupidity is brief and guileless, while wit equivocates and hides. Wit is a scoundrel, while stupidity is honest and sincere.

It is always healthy to be honest.

To admit your ignorance is freeing. To say, "I don't know" is to free yourself from having to come up with a bullshit answer.

A person may learn things all their life, but never gain knowledge of truth.

All knowledge meets an end at the question '...Why?

Love and honesty don’t mix.

You're only responsible for being honest, not for someone else's reaction to your honesty.

If you expect honesty, be honest. If you expect forgiveness, forgive. If you expect a whole person, you have to be a whole person.

You're my equal. And as much as that means we have each other's backs in public, it also means we that grant each other the gift of honesty - of truth.

Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.

If there is no struggle there is no progress.

Life grows too quickly it quickly turns into memories.

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

I never lie. I believe everything I say, so it's not a lie.

You should praise, criticize and flirt with people right to their face, only then it will make a difference.

To make a deliberate falsification for personal gain is the last, worst depth to which either scholar or artist can descend in work or

Truth is the greatest marketing campaign.

If we’re honest, what makes something impossible is not our fear. Rather, it is our indifference.

Too often fear is fiction madly running amuck, all the while madly tracking ‘muck’ across the floor of fact.

I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a while.

You can be in your room and lead people. Just develop your potentials and publicize them and you will see people looking for your product. That is influence

In order to be a success, you must think like success. Get up and move! You got to make things happen.

Lips may lie, but the heart always tells the truth.

Truth is straight like a line. Virtue is firm like a wall. Wisdom is tall like a mountain. Love is wide like an ocean.

Love lost is better than hate found. True criticism is better than false praise. Genuine enemies are better than counterfeit friends.

Just because you took longer than others, doesn’t mean you failed.

Friends are honest with each other. Even if the truth hurts.-Maggie

Today the grass listens when I speak of love. It seems to me that this word isn't honest even with itself.

I just want to be smart like other pepul so I can have lots of frends who like me.

It's not pretty, but it's veracious.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.

The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.

She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again.

She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.

He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.

Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. My pulse. My blood is hope.

I realized the world around me was fragmented and broken... I had to be gentle enough not to scrape against the jagged pieces. I would not be cut today.

She is beyond any mortal structure of words, yet she inspires the effort to try anyway.

That's what really broke me, she was better than any fantasy I could hope to imagine. I've spent my life creating, yet she was pristine the likes of which I could never fashion.

She was exactly right and wrong in the perfect sort of way. This kiss would be the first of many, she was the type of girl I would desperately fight for to stay.