Quotes About Truth

The world of books is still the world, I write, And both worlds have God's providence, thank God, To keep and hearten: with some struggle, indeed, Among the breakers, some hard swimming through The deeps - I lost breath in my soul sometimes And cried, "God save me if there's any God," But even so, God saved me; and, being dashed From error on to error, every turn Still brought me nearer to the central truth.

There is great injustice everywhere and a rankling party-spirit, and to speak the truth and act it appears still more difficult than usual.

No! I was not at all disappointed in Wordsworth, although perhaps I should not have singled him from the multitude as a great man. There is a reserve even in his countenance, which does not lighten as Landor's does, whom I saw the same evening. His eyes have more meekness than brilliancy; and in his slow even articulation there is rather the solemnity and calmness of truth itself, than the animation and energy of those who seek for it.

A novel flashes up for a season and does not often outlast it. For 'Mary Barton' I am a little, little disappointed, do you know. I have just done reading it. There is power and truth — she can shake and she can pierce — but I wish half the book away, it is so tedious every now and then; and besides I want more beauty, more air from the universal world — these classbooks must always be defective as works of art.

Don't believe everything you hear. But I am really in a way to be well, if I could have such sunshine as we have been burning in lately, and a fair field of peace besides

The secret to getting away with lying, is believing with all your heart. That goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another

The older he got, the simpler the world was revealed to be.

The world stood pinned on two thorns. One was ugliness. One was beauty. The truth did not lie in the middle or at either extreme. The truth encompassed both. *

You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway.

So it is with all beauty," she said cheerfully. "Every glory also shits.

Aristotle, asked what those who tell lies gain by it, replied: That when they speak the truth they are not believed::

Sometimes the truth, told right, was the best lie.

When he arrived, he found that this was true. New York was no less impressive for being mostly fictional. Of course, the place was lousy with writers.

There was, they conceded, no point in pretending to be other than they were, as it seemed their presence was not secret and never had been.

It's so easy to be catastrophically wrong. And so difficult to admit it to yourself, internalize it, and act upon the knowledge.

Yes, surely that was a disruption. But it was not even remotely the whole story.

I can see the mouse's tail through thy teeth.

What the Faeries touch cannot be trusted, and they tell naught but lies wrapped in the skin of truth. Wolves in wool coats.

Scripture was comforting, in direct proportion to its bitterness upon the tongue.

Pure white light enfold him and he smiled at the lie.

Do not believe in angels, Rien Conn, for they are all corrupted by the lies of the Builders, as your forebears were corrupted, too.

People had secrets. You lived with it or you didn't.

Lies are stories.

Sometimes a thing can be true, and not for immediate sharing. That was, Connla had assured me more than once, how diplomacy worked.