Quotes About Truth

I can supply the thereness. You can't ask what's not there to give.

You can dress a pig up in satin and lace and its still a pig. Francis smiled hazily. Are you calling my intended a pig, Charles? Charles raised a dark eyebrow. Intended what, Francis? You surely cant be having respectable inclinations towards this girl. The bullet hit your arm, not your head.

Is Jensen really your name? she asked when he sat down again, closing the knife and tucking it back into his pocket. Does it matter? I've used any number of names. Jensen, Davidson, Wilson, Madsen. In other words your mother didn't know who your father was.

This is what families do for each other—hide a few uncomfortable truths, allow a few self-deceptions. Little kindnesses." "And little cruelties," he said.

I was born with the impression that what happened in books was much for reasonable, and interesting, and real, in some ways, than what happened in life.

Sad people are the only real ones. They can tell you the truth about things; they have always known that there is no one you can depend upon forever and no change in your life, however great, that can keep you from being in the end what you were in the beginning: lost and lonely

I was born with the impression that what happened in books was much more reasonable, and interesting, and real, in some ways, than what happened in life.

So, this is how it works," she said. "This is what families do for each other—hide a few uncomfortable truths, allow a few self-deceptions. Little kindnesses." "And little cruelties," he said. "And little cruelties," she agreed, and she swung his hand between them. He

There ought to be a while separate language, she thought, for words that are truer than other words - for perfect, absolute truth. It was the purest fact of her life: she did not understand him, and she never would.

The beast in man had lifted its mask and the time of euphemistic niceties and rationalizations was over.

History is not just about the things we like or the people we want to love and admire—a fantasy date with our favorite dead person.

People follow a person who they feel "speaks the Truth.

All of us see a story according to our own lights. None of us is capable of objectivity. You

Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?

Each thing in the world is translucent.

An honest work generates its own power; a dishonest work tries to rob power from the cataracts of the given.

More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.

My whole life, I always thought that I was the only impostor. That everyone else was certain they were real in some way that I could never understand. But what if they're all just faking too? Maybe none of us know who we really are.

Maybe that was the point of truth-you could erase it all you wanted, and it was there was to be discovered again.

the things we write, they aren't always really us.

Maybe that was the point of truth--you could erase it all you wanted, and it was there to be discovered again

Maybe none of us know who we really are.

Ignorance doesn't lead to salvation, nor does knowledge pave the way to sin. - Cinda Williams Chima

If a tree falls and nobody's watching, then it doesn't make a sound