Quotes About Truth

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

Because the truth sometimes hurts, I said. Yeah, he said. So do lies, though.

I meant what I said to you. I wasn't playing some kind of summer game. Everything I said was true, from the first day. EVERY GODDAMN WORD.

Macy: "In Truth," I said, "there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth." Wes: "How do you win?" he asked Macy: "That," I said, "is such a boy question.

The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.

It was so risky and so scary, and yet at the same time, so beautiful. Maybe the truth was, it shouldn't be easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It's the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.

Then what are you like, Annabel? he shot back. A liar, like you told me that first day? Come on. That was the biggest lie of all.

I don't lie. You don't lie, I repeated. That's what I said. Ever. Nope. Sure you don't, I thought.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

There comes a point when things are undeniable and can't be hidden any longer. Even from yourself.

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.

It's not always so simple, Haven. Sometimes there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

You knew the truth all along, Colie. That's all matters. You knew.

The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters-I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true.

I'm not saying I'm a liar,' I told him. He raised his eyebrows. 'That's not how I meant it, anyway.' 'How'd you mean it, then?' I was digging myself a hole here, and I knew it. But still, I tried to explain myself. 'It's just... I don't always say what I feel.' 'Why not?' 'Because the truth sometimes hurts,' I said. 'Yeah,' he said. 'So do lies, though.

Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible

it sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics...

Fine, he repeated, and I wondered why it was I kept coming back to this, again and again, a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.