Best 34 quotes in «transparent quotes» category

Being transparent about our plans enables us to get better feedback.

Elections in Nigeria Under My Watch Have Been Credible and Transparent

The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

I've always been transparent in who I am as a person.

The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.

She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.

Be open in everything with your partner, because where there is secrecy, it can mistakenly come off as being sneaky; where you just may be innocently quiet.

Are you saying...you can make people normal again?" I breathe out, the idea too tantalizing for my own good. Allie nods. "That's the goal.

A thought that is almost beautiful – a thought that you speak not, but that you cherish within you at this moment, will irradiate you as though you were a transparent vase.

Trust happens when leaders are transparent.

Blue is the most common eye color in Oria Province, but there is something different about his eyes and I'm not sure what it is. More depth? I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. If he seems to have depth to me, do I seem shallow and transparent to him?

Art becomes an honest expression once done for oneself. Failure of that results to empty and transparent art.

Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly’s wings assures me of a pure, innocent world

Choose a leader who will build bridges - not walls. A leader who will promote peace - not wars. A leader who believes in equality - not discrimination. A leader who is transparent - not secretive. A leader who will speak for all - not just animals.

Be transparent. Let's build a community that allows hard questions and honest conversations so we can stir up transformation in one another.

Either I protect my friends and lie low until the fight for Radiasure is over, or I put everyone in harm's way and make sure that horrible drug never gets made again. Maybe if I was only putting myself at risk, I could be okay with it. But I can't make this decision for my friends and family. This is too much for one invisible girl to handle. "What do I do, Mom?" She puts her hands on my shoulders. "Sit down. I'll get the Pop Tarts.

If the food that one ate the night before were somehow able to be seen and identified through one’s clothes throughout the day, millions of employees would each fast ten or so days before their payday.

I shivered as the cold was all encompassing, not just from being outdoors, but from being read as well. He had a way of seeing through me. It was as unnerving as it was bonding and I couldn't figure out how the two could co-exist.

It is always healthy to be honest.

I like talking to you,' he said, slowly. 'Why?' That was the way to hear nice things. Ask why.

Many options are not transparent. They need to be explored and evaluated with care. What you see is not always what you get.

So are we actually cooking Radiasure?" Carols asks as he plops on his brother's bed. "Because if Mom and Dad catch us we'll never see the outside of the confession bootha gain." Bea rolls her eyes. "Nothing new for you.

- My love is about 2/3rds as invisible as her love, and that sort of transparency isn’t really all that healthy in a relationship. - I chop trees down with my sharpened mustache, remember? Cloning works, but can lead you in the wrong direction. -Jarod Kintz and Stefan D

The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

What is the one message that only you can give? It's your story.

There is no transparency in the police.

Truth is transparent. It is powerless and colourless. It speaks about reality but can’t alter the reality. On the other hand, a lie which is spoken beautifully is powerful enough to alter the reality.

She's not trying to make Radiasure, Fi. Allie is trying to cure mutations.

...there was one thing she would think about when she was high, one thing she would feel: that she was transparent, not invisible, but transparent. But this was the thing: she wasn’t see- through, she wasn’t transparent to light like glass or air, she was transparent to the dark. She said that’s what heroin did, it brought her down to the seafloor, the floor of an ocean trench. Relieved of the need to see, relieved of the need to breathe, she belonged to the darkness completely. It possessed her, moved through her unresisted, as though she herself were made of nothing more than water and darkness, as though she herself were nothing more than a place, a place where the current turned on itself a little and moved on...I said that was it, the big question she carried around in her, the question whether despair was the only way out, whether the only thing she could really make was her escape. That makes sense, she said, just as she said whenever she didn’t agree with my interpretation. But . . . there’s a frustration . . . I want to be clear, perfectly clear. You want to be free to stop hiding things. God, if that’s true, she said with sudden coldness, then all of this is just a load of shit. I knew then that I had overstepped and had ruined something, that I had spooked her and she would make her escape into an anodyne or trivial association. To my surprise, however, she countered and pushed ahead. You are wrong. It’s not that I want to stop hiding. It’s not that I want to come out and say the thing I have to say. Don’t you see? I want there to be nothing. Nothing to hide, and no place to put it. No things, no places. Do you see what I am saying? Can you understand that? Jesus, how could you?

Trust is like a two-way mirror, transparent on one side, with a blind dimness unable to see through on the other side.

What you see will hurt you; what you don't see will hurt you.

As far as the radio waves part of the spectrum, we can do these adequately from the ground because the atmosphere is basically transparent to our radio waves.

You have to be transparent so you no longer cast a shadow but instead let the light pass through you.

Allegory dwells in a transparent palace.