#hone

He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose. ↗

— John Lyly

#hath #his #honesty #lose #nothing

Sometimes, the other characters are too normal and then you start to be brought back to reality but then Luna shows up and she is just so funny and cool and honest and slightly mad and she's all that matters. She is 100% true. She puts on no shows, because she is so comfortable with herself. ↗

— Evanna Lynch

#because #brought #characters #comfortable #cool

The film world is a crazy place to be. You sit around all day waiting for the phone to ring. Are people talking about you or aren't they? ↗

— Kyle MacLachlan

#all day #around #crazy #day #film

No one can be a great thinker who does not recognize that as a thinker it is his first duty to follow his intellect to whatever conclusions it may lead. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#honesty #intellect #intellect

Microphones are just like people, if you shout at them, they get scared. ↗

— Paul McCartney

#just #like #microphones #people #scared

My problem is I love sex. No joking I really love sex. Life without sex is unbearable for me. As a child my mum says I loved men and hated women. I use to smile at men when I was in the pram and offer them lollipops or sweeties. I guess it is in my genes, my little weakness. I can live without the Valium and Vodka but not my sex. To me my choice is simple men or Paradise and I love them both. I cannot make that choice. It is like there is some evil force driving me to flirt and sleep around. No one man has ever been enough for me and now I have to live like a nun in rehab. I am not bold I am just misunderstood. No, don’t laugh it is an illness and an exhausting one I am so tired, so very tired. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #life

Life is mysterious as well as vulgar. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#efimero #ephemeral #life #llamadas-telefonicas #meaning

I’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty. ↗

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz

#life #life

But as to your writing me that I don’t love you very much, I don’t know whether you’re saying this in earnest or whether I should realise that you’re joking with me. Still, what you say disturbs me. You are measuring a very healthy expression of a wife’s loyalty by the standard of the insincere flattery of well-worn phrases. But I shall love you, my husband. What does it mean to you that you reassure me with those trivial little compliments? Do you want me to believe that you expect me to comb my hair in a stylish fashion for your homecoming? Or to feign adoring looks with a painted face? Let women without means, who worry and have no confidence in their virtue, flutter their eyelashes and play games to gain favour with their husbands. This is the adulation of a fox and the birdlime of deceitful bird hunting. I don’t want to have to buy you at such a price. I’m not a person who lays more stock in words than duty. I am truly your Laura, whose soul is the same one you in turn had hoped for. ↗

— Laura Cereta

#laura-cereta #letters #romance #truth #love

Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#honesty #mask #people #satan