Quotes About Truth

The heart should have fed upon the truth, as insects on a leaf, till it be tinged with the color, and show its food in every ... minutest fiber.

Her mind and body of a piece, And both composed of kitchen-grease. In short, Dame Truth might safely dub her Vulgarity enshrin'd in blubber!

Life's truths cannot always be reduced to 12-point Times Roman.

Answers are the opiate of the people!

He took a long time to answer. "I asked which of her brothers had fathered the baby. She told me it could have been either.

last to know, but he usually wants to know." "Knowing wouldn't have made a difference

Many have doubts; few voice them. The silent tended to quickly condemn those honest few who air misgivings dormant deep within us all.

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.

In an extended journal entry in 1849, entitled 'A Sister,' Thoreau defines this figure as one 'Whose heart answers to your heart. Whose presence can fill all space. One is a spirit. Who attends to your truth... The stream of whose being unites with your own without a ripple or murmur.

Most people think we believe our experience. This is not true; we experience what we believe.

But something had shifted. She pursued it, saying, "My father was a Jew of Venice. 'Tis true: I am of that hated race." He said cautiously, "Much evil is spoken of Jews. But men will speak villainously of anything strange. I am sure they say much that is false.

But this was reality, occluded and delicate.

Yo, I feel this been the truth of all our time together. We always been a grief that huddle close against a vicious light.

She was one of those shallow people who rewrote their own history and believed in the absolute truth of their own version.

Ik keer me naar de kist. De kist met mijn dood, niet mijn leven. Want mijn leven, dat ben ik, en ik ben eeuwig. Toch kent niemand de waarheid: dat ik voor hen sta als een actrice die na haar laatste applaus het toneel verlaat. Mijn kostuum en mijn masker liggen in de kist, en iedereen denkt dat ik het ben.

Supuse que todos nos despegamos de nuestra imagen en algún momento. Que traicionamos nuestra máscara

En mi casa, cada vez que se pronunciaba algo cierto, las consecuencias se hacían insoportables: la familia se resquebrajaba. La vida se volvía más difícil. Y hacía falta volver a nuestras mentiras y nuestros silencios para recobrar la calma

Si uno vive en un mundo de falsedades, esas falsedades son la realidad.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

after all, it is this noticing that makes things real.

Besides, I told him, as Hemingway once wrote about good stories, "They are truer than if they had really happened.

that other people have told you and living one that's based on a lie you've told yourself.

It doesn't matter what people want to hear. It doesn't matter if people like you. It doesn't matter if the whole world thinks you're crazy. It doesn't matter whose heart you break. What matters is the truth.

Because this, for better or worse, is exactly where the truth lies--at the intersection of the forgotten and the ignored, in the neighborhood of all we have tried to forget.