Quotes About Truth

Un homme de bien, un homme de bon sens, croit toujours ce qu'on lui dit et ce qu'il trouve dans les livres.

But only be good, dear, only be brave, only be kind and true always, and then you will never hurt any one, so long as you live, and you may help many, and the big world may be better because my little child was born. And that is best of all, Ceddie, — it is better than everything else, that the world should be a little better because a man has lived — even ever so little better, dearest.

Neither do I -- to speak truth. But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.

Th' world's full o' jackasses brayin' an' they never bray nowt but lies.

That's almost like telling lies," she said. "And lies—well, you see, they are not only wicked—they're vulgar.

You are real, aren't you?" he said. "I have such real dreams very often. You might be one of them.

If you are four you are four

What a strange mind, to cover the real thing with an imitation of something real.

Wat een merkwaardige kronkel om het echte te bedekken met een nabootsing van iets echts

The whole of everything is never told. (Henry James.)

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters.

When we don't lay claim to our creative impulse to share what we believe to be true about ourselves and the world around us, an agony festers from self-diminishment, and another thorn is added to the daily existence that encircles us.

Barbie was no longer afraid of anything. It was like the thing Mab had said about belief. The belief is sometimes the biggest part of it all. You can choose to believe in your published book being held in the loving hands of strangers, your name tattooed forever on the heart of the one you adore; you can choose to believe in tiny red-haired pesky piskies--all the things 'they' may tell you not to believe in. But who are they anyway? What do they know? What makes them any more real?

You just don't want to face up to what kind of person Jessica is.

His eyes narrowed with scorn. "I know a lot of things about you I didn't know before, Enid. I know, for instance, that you're not as pure as you'd like me to believe.

And I'll do whatever is necessary to clear his name.

People always tell you that they want you to be honest with them. But they're lying. Nobody wants that. Honesty sucks. That's why the word honesty is always preceded by other words, like brutal and painful.

It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees—this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

AMONG THE DEMONS that taunt a writer before he can open a vein and write in his own blood are the devils that whisper: Are you brave enough to tell the truth?

I am struck most strongly by her introspection, solitude, perfect self-awareness and sense of purpose…The beauty and truth of her words have transcended the limits placed upon her life by the darkness of human nature.

That's the difficulty in these times: ideals, dreams, and cherished hopes rise within us, only to meet the horrible truth and be shattered.

If I were like Lionel, I would write a book: Obvious Lies, Bad Advice, and Wrong Information I've Gotten from Men. A book? An encyclopedia! But in this case my friend was right.

convinced us that she is telling the truth as she describes the world around her and looks inward, as if her private self is a foreign country whose geography and customs she is struggling to understand so that she can live there.