Sugar Coating The Truth Quotes

You can believe in whatsoever you like, but the truth remains the truth, no matter how sweet the lie may taste.

Tough love and brutal truth from strangers are far more valuable than Band-Aids and half-truths from invested friends, who don’t want to see you suffer any more than you have.

Conflict forces us to be fully present because it shatters our ego – stripping away all hope of escape or sugar coating. It removes everything that is nonessential to our authentic being; it removes all superficial layers. Conflict is painful because it wakes us up out of our created illusions. And if we lean into it, conflict can be the catalyst to our enlightenment.

On the table of consciousness, don't pick up the sugar-coated or well-seasoned lies by mistake. The truth has natural flavors.

Be moved by a person's actions, not their words. Remember a sugar-coated lie sounds more convincing than the naked truth.

Why do I speak forth the unpopular? I have a sweet tooth but not when it comes back up.

Creativity's too big a pill; the truth's too hard to swallow. Sprinkle sugar in a straight line and we'll all inhale and follow.

Don't feel the need to sugarcoat it for me, Doc." "That was the sugar-coated version. DO you want the ugly truth?" "Do you charge extra for the ugly truth?" "No, only sugarcoating incurs an additional charge, like sprinkles.

She fell in love with freedom. In the Sommers' home she had lived shut up within four walls, in a stagnant atmosphere where time moved in circles and where she could barely glimpse the horizon through distorted windowpanes. She had grown up clad in the impenetrable armor of good manners and conventions, trained from girlhood to please and serve, bound by corset, routines, social norms, and fear. Fear had been her companion: fear of God and his unpredictable justice, of authority, of her adoptive parents, of illness and evil tongues, of anything unknown or different; fear of leaving the protection of her home and facing the dangers outside; fear of her own fragility as a woman, of dishonor and truth. Hers had been a sugar-coated reality built on the unspoken, on courteous silences, well-guarded secrets, order, and discipline. She had aspired to virtue but now she questioned the meaning of the word.

As we’ve seen, science is only recently discovering that both fat and cholesterol are severely deficient in diseased brains and that high total cholesterol levels in late life are associated with increased longevity.24 The brain holds only 2 percent of the body’s mass but contains 25 percent of the total cholesterol, which supports brain function and development. One-fifth of the brain by weight is cholesterol! Cholesterol forms membranes surrounding cells, keeps cell membranes permeable, and maintains cellular “waterproofing” so different chemical reactions can take place inside and outside the cell. We’ve actually determined that the ability to grow new synapses in the brain depends on the availability of cholesterol, which latches cell membranes together so that signals can easily jump across the synapse. It’s also a crucial component in the myelin coating around the neuron, allowing quick transmission of information. A neuron that can’t transmit messages is useless, and it only makes sense to cast it aside like junk—the debris of which is the hallmark of brain disease. In essence, cholesterol acts as a facilitator for the brain to communicate and function properly.

We are fools to believe that we have loved when it is just a sugar-coated word for need

Why are you being so nice?" Kazex's smile grows broader, and it really is a wonderful smile. His entire face lights up and his eyes are so kind. When he's smiling like this, I like to look at him. "Do you want the real truth or do you want the polite version?" "I want the real truth. Don't sugar-coat anything for me." I swirl noodles around the end of one of the strange, not-quite-chopsticks utensils and deliver the wad of food to my mouth. "It's because I'm in love with you." I nearly choke on the noodles, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth to keep everything inside as I cough. "W-what?" "I'm in love with you," Kazex says. "The moment I saw you, I knew." He puts a hand in the air at my panicked look. "You don't have to love me back. I know it's sudden. I'm just telling you the truth of how I feel. I'm helping you because I can't walk away. Because I love you and you need someone. I want to be that someone.

So, you want the Truth, but sugar-coated? Well then, you are never going to 'get' IT.

If you are experiencing any malady in your life, in order to ever be free of it, you must work with the pure, raw, naked truth of that malady. Denying, repressing, sugar-coating or wishfully thinking about your present situation blocks you from knowing the truth and finding your freedom. Awareness helps you uncover what is; then acceptance will stop the war against what is and open the possibility for you to much more easily see the truth. We think that we gain our freedom by fighting, but paradoxically, we also need surrender to be truly free: surrender to the truth of your present moment, fully accept it. Using your energy to fight against the truth of your present circumstance just makes you tired and keeps you stuck. As a way of really letting your truth in so that you can work with it in an honest way to find your freedom, acceptance is a very powerful tool.

None of us wants to see the truth of what is right in front of us, do they? But for our protection, we must not sugar-coat the truth. We must have the courage to see people for what they are.

We pretended that using medications to lower blood sugar makes people healthier. But it’s only been a lie. All because we’ve overlooked a singular truth. You can’t use drugs to cure a dietary disease.

Whiskey Truths and Lies" (Verse 1) In this dimly lit honky tonk, where the jukebox plays my life, I've heard a thousand stories, felt a million eyes. But the one thing I know, under these neon skies, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Chorus) 'Cause lies are like whiskey, they burn going down, Leaving you empty, spinning round and round. But truth is like sunrise, clears the darkest night, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Verse 2) I've danced with shadows, I've sung with the band, Worn my heart on my sleeve, got blood on my hands. In the echo of the steel guitar, I've let out my cries, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Bridge) I'll take the pain, the bitter and the sweet, Over a sugar-coated poison, that's no treat. So pour me another, bartender, keep it neat, And tell me something real, make this heart beat. (Chorus) 'Cause lies are like whiskey, they burn going down, Leaving you empty, spinning round and round. But truth is like sunrise, clears the darkest night, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie. (Outro) So here's to the truth, it's the song I'll sing, In this honky tonk palace, let the truth bell ring. For every broken heart, for every goodbye, Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie.

It bothers me how people need the truth to be sugar-coated to be palatable. And that it's my job to remember the sugar.

I have a hard time believing God outright causes evil and suffering. It isn’t consistent with the God I know. But at the same time, we face an excruciating and undeniable fact: sometimes, he allows it. And if he allows suffering, when he could stop it, what’s the difference? It might as well be him causing it. I don’t like this truth, but I can’t run from it, or sugar coat it. If we really believe in an all powerful God, one with supernatural sovereignty over time and space, then we must believe he possesses the power to protect us, and shield us from harm. And sometimes doesn’t use it. Why? This is the ultimate “why God?” for me. The ultimate threat to my faith. I can imagine no greater challenge to our belief than when something devastating happens to us, or even worse, someone we love.

Why do some people gravitate to a sentimental picture? Well, think about it: A sugar-coated Christ requires nothing from us—neither conviction nor commitment. Why? Because it’s an image that lacks truth and power. We have to try to change that picture. And the only way to do it is to think about the resurrection.

Why is it that morals and truth must not be presented in their raw state but always in a mixture, sugar-coated and gilded, like pills? (...) Medicine must be sweet, truth must be beautiful; this has been man's folly since the days of Adam.

One evening, before shooting her live show, she gave me but one instruction, which has haunted me to this day: “Make sure you present the real me. There is nothing worse than a book that sugar-coats the truth and ducks the humanity of the person. I wish you forty years in purgatory if you do that!” Hoping to steer clear of that ignoble end, I have written a book that does not avoid controversy or the seeming contradictions inherent in Mother Angelica’s character:

I can give him a sugar-coated version of life where I am always the hero. People comply with those versions of stories. Or I can tell him the truth.