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Moral obligations verses Legal obligations. Legally, you must abide by the laws of the land or face the consequences of being fined, imprisoned or both. Moral obligations tend to lean more towards a spiritual nature of a person. Some people perform immoral acts because legally there are no consequences. Morals birth in the heart of the individual. Moral characteristics are developed at an early age and continue into adulthood. It's a disgrace to neglect having good moral character.

Hypocrites get offended by the truth.

Always being truthful gives you a certain kind of freedom. It springs forth like a fountain splashing throughout your body until it floods your soul. To be honest and to be trustworthy are great attributes. Ah, the power, Ah, the freedom

choose your words well(be honest, be true)butabove all else,be kind

In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.

You can trust bad liars.

Trust undone will lead to heartache and pain. So I ask you to be honest and truthful in your love for me.

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI__ tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI__e tried so hard to make it workthat I__ dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowPromises that remain promises are useless and they__e cheapI wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keepI put so much faith in youI lost all my faith in meWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowI__ giving up on giving upI can__ leave it all to prayer__ause the first step in getting betteris knowing what__ not thereYou said you__ make it betterand that just makes it worseWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowYes, I want my life to lastSo you can__ have my tomorrowNo, you can__ have my tomorrow

Marriages don__ end simply because a lack of trust exists. Marriages more specifically end because foundational agreements were broken, disrespectful behavior occurred, healthy and honest communication is lacking, or not __eing seen or accepted_ has ensued for too long.

Love feeds on deception.

When you pretend you don__ feel hurt or angry or devastated, you__e not fooling God. Be honest! Don__ misunderstand; I am not encouraging you to be angry at God or to blame him. He deserves no blame. Rather, I am encouraging you to honestly confess to God your feelings of hurt, resentment, and anger. Often we look at suffering from our perspective and forget that God sees from another vantage point.

I'd rather see your honest pain than a brave front.

I have finally come to realize that it__ being forced to be honest with myself that__ made my pain painful all along.

I saw cities, and roads of marvelous construction. I saw cruelty and greed, but I've seen them here too. I saw a people live a life that was strange in many ways, but also much the same as anywhere else.""Then why are they so cruel?" There was an earnestness to the girl's face, an honest desire to know. "Cruelty is in all of us," he said. "But they made it a virtue.

You know,They don't care how kind, honest, helpful and good person i am. As long as i don't believe what they believe, they will hate me, do means , try to hurt me and if they can , will do their best to kill me. And you know what is strange? When they did those horrible things and killed me after they Will say God is Great. And more strange and worse is when they say Islam is peace.

People who fell in love at first sight, rushed home to their parents to tell them the good news and subsequently married were, [Patricia Highsmith] thought, retarded. Rather, a more honest appraisal of the nature of love positions it nearer to the horrors of mental illness. How else could you explain the fact that so many people were prepared to sacrifice the safety and cosiness of their lives for the thrill of a new romance?

He sank back into his black-and-white world, his immobile world of inanimate drawings that had been granted the secret of motion, his death-world with its hidden gift of life. But that life was a deeply ambiguous life, a conjurer's trick, a crafty illusion based on an accidental property of the retina, which retained an image for a fraction of a second after the image was no longer present. On this frail fact was erected the entire structure of the cinema, that colossal confidence game. The animated cartoon was a far more honest expression of the cinematic illusion than the so-called realistic film, because the cartoon reveled in its own illusory nature, exulted in the impossible--indeed it claimed the impossible as its own, exalted it as its own highest end, found in impossibility, in the negation of the actual, its profoundest reason for being. The animated cartoon was nothing but the poetry of the impossible--therein lay its exhilaration and its secret melancholy. For this willful violation of the actual, while it was an intoxicating release from the constriction of things, was at the same time nothing but a delusion, an attempt to outwit mortality. As such it was doomed to failure. And yet it was desperately important to smash through the constriction of the actual, to unhinge the universe and let the impossible stream in, because otherwise--well, otherwise the world was nothing but an editorial cartoon.

But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest.