There are some things that we know are just not as pleasant as the lies that we tell ourselves, and in that sense in order to endure existence everyone endures a certain amount of dishonesty in their everyday lives.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For us to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other and especially to ourselves. The lies are necessary because, without them, many deplorable acts would become impossibilities.
People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.
Without adversity a person hardly knows whether they are honest or not.
It's difficult for most of us to be completely honest with ourselves - we hate to admit how vulnerable or needful we are.
We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
There are many secrets in us, in the depths of our souls, that we don't want anyone to know about.
I know how easy it is for one to stay well within moral, ethical, and legal bounds through the skillful use of words - and to thereby spin, sidestep, circumvent, or bend a truth completely out of shape. To that extent, we are all liars on numerous occasions.
There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one's self on lies and fables.
I lied for years and years. And the thing about lies and secrets is that they eat you alive from the inside. I would not wish that pain on anyone.
We confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.