#honesty

Truth builds trust. ↗

— Marilyn Suttle

#customer-service #honesty #inspirational #relationships #business

Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#care #honesty #love #moral #morality

Integrity is telling myself the truth. And honesty is telling the truth to other people. ↗

— Spencer Johnson

#integrity #moral-courage #truth-telling #courage

May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#flow #honesty #integrity #moral-courage #river

Yeah, it never fails to amaze me how a single lie can undo an entire lifetime of good. (Aiden) ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#lying #dreams

Only now, in rhythmic waves, was she struck by her stupidity, her blindness, her estheronautiness, and, above all, her longing, the insult of the power of her longing, and she knew very well that is was these shortcomings that had made her so eager to interweave in his story the threads of her secret dreams of candor and of painful, purifying honesty; of a generous togetherness in which everything was possible. For a moment, with all that had been spun and stabbed and defiled within her, her face took on the expression of a frightened, abandoned girl who lunges out to bite, who lives unimaginably close to the skin’s surface, ready to be drawn out like a final plan of retreat. ↗

— David Grossman

#honesty #longing #story #dreams

Stop lying to yourself. When we deny our own truth, we deny our own potential. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #honesty #lying #potential #self-deception

He showed the fineness of his nature by being kinder to me after that misunderstanding than before. Nay, the very incident which, by my theory, must in some degree estrange me and him, changed, indeed, somewhat our relations; but not in the sense I painfully anticipated. An invisible, but a cold something, very slight, very transparent, but very chill: a sort of screen of ice had hitherto, all through our two lives, glazed the medium through which we exchanged intercourse. Those few warm words, though only warm with anger, breathed on that frail frost-work of reserve; about this time, it gave note of dissolution. I think from that day, so long as we continued friends, he never in discourse stood on topics of ceremony with me. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#dr-john-graham-bretton #frankness #friendship #honesty #lucy-snowe

Literature for me… tries to heal the harm done by stories. (How much harm? Most of the atrocities of history have been created by stories, e.g., the Jews killed Jesus.) I follow Sartre that the freedom the author claims for herself must be shared with the reader. So that would mean that literature is stories that put themselves at the disposal of readers who want to heal themselves. Their healing power lies in their honesty, the freshness of their vision, the new and unexpected things they show, the increase in power and responsibility they give the reader. ↗

— Geoff Ryman

#freedom #freshness #healing #honesty #literature

I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they? ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#cool #desire #erotic #erotica #funny