Quotes About Truth

But it's done no good at all for me to bring forth the deepest truths from out of my inner being ... He sees me only as a woman. He cannot or will not rise above the sensual. He doesn't see me. He doesn't realize that he does not love me. I don't really exist for him. He merely loves my body, the outer cloak which is merely a manifestation of my true self! How horrible! How debasing!

We think sometimes we're only drawn to the good, but we're actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties

True existence is only defined by rationality.

But that wasn't right. Her life wasn't a story, and it didn't have to end this way. She was a girl. She was real. It was true.

Là dove si danno alle fiamme i libri, si finisce per bruciare anche gli uomini»,

She was a woman who cared more about what she was right about than about being right.

It's strange, isn't it? One small bit of information - a private relationship, something that happened a long time ago - and the whole story seems different.

The truth is that life in the end--even a long life, especially a long life--amounts to a handful of a very few things. The longer you live, the shorter the story.

Everything is a matter of perspective, she told them. Every story of what happened is just a version of what happened. Memory is subjective. Fact and truth are two different things.

Don't fool yourself that they don't know. You might not admit that the sun exists, but it exists anyway.

Human nature constitutes a part of the evidence in every case.

The more complicated the situation seems to be, the simpler solution must be. .. People believe that reality is complex, and therefore they are looking for sophisticated explanations for complicated solutions. .. Reality it is actually simple.

It is very unlikely your people are lying to you. But your measurements definitely are.

Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive.

Who would not rather trust and be deceived?

but we people of fashion know better things. We know self-love and insincerity to be useful and important qualities, the grand cement which binds our intercourse with each other. Born a superior race, we can bid truth and plain honesty depart; and, having dressed falsehood and guile in all the fascination of the senses, can bow down before the idol of our own creation.

What does the world care about either you or me? Nothing. But we care for each other, and I grasp at every opportunity of telling it. A letter, they may say, would do as well for that purpose as a dedication. I say no; for a letter is a sort of corruptible substance, and these volumes may be IMMORTAL. Beside, it is perhaps my pride to write a dedication and your pride to receive one. I desire the world then to let it pass; for, to tell them a truth—you have paid me for it before-hand.

We learn nothing by being right.

To tell you the truth, she doesn't. Freak is the correct pronunciation," he said, then pointed north. "They're the ones who pretend it's something else.

His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.

Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly, as the thing is high; Bravely as for life and death - With a loyal gravity. Lead her from the festive boards, Point her to the starry skies, Guard her, by your truthful words, Pure from courtship's flatteries.

It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth— 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book And calculating profits - so much help By so much rending. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth - 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

A mirror may be held in different lights by different hands; and, according to the position of those hands, will the light fall.