Quotes About Truth

When God is in sharp focus, then life is also undistorted.

Work on what is real rather than worry about what is unreal.

How right- how incredibly, utterly right- and how impossible!

I have no business being a journalist. I'm the least, I'm the least - I'm the most trusting, I absolutely make a habit of believing anything that anybody tells me about themselves. I've never had any reason in the world to think that anyone has wanted to harm me, or lie to me. I believe whatever is being sold, most of the time.

Because of course she had known she must go. She always did the thing because in obedience lay the integrity that God asked of her. If anyone had asked her what she meant by integrity she would not have been able to tell them but she had seen it once like a picture in her mind, a root going down into the earth and drinking deeply there. No one was really alive without that root.

We're all too apt to think that things are as we feel them to be, forgetting that they have an objective value apart from what we feel about them. An embittered mind colors the world black for its owner yet that does not alter the fact that the world is a treasure house of beauty and love.

Most of the basic truths of life sound absurd at first hearing.

There was a streak of austerity in him that welcomed hardship, and even, he imagined, was ready to welcome pain. It bred courage, it sifted the true from the false, and courage and truth were companions who would outpace all the others; when dreams had withered and happiness was forgotten they were still there. For their sakes he was prepared to suffer much himself and to see others suffer. Lucilla had been right to recognize in his face that night a hint of ruthlessness.

Alas, the heart is not a metaphor, or at least not always a metaphor.

the way she said it that told him she was telling the truth.

I believed you, just for a second, until I looked into your eyes...

I don't say it was likely -- I only say it is true.

When one peels back an onion, all they have done is reveal a smaller onion.

It was foolish to indulge in elaborate preconceptions: anticipation was a featherweight, doomed to compete with the inevitable, convincing bulk of reality. The trouble was that one had to face reality without knowing beforehand precisely what it was to be. One had somehow to discover and tread the hard, between the sloughs of fearing the worst and hoping for the best.

This duel of consideration for one another that they had conducted for the last sixteen years involved shifting the truth about between them or withholding it altogether and was called good manners or affection, supposed to smooth the humdrum or prickly path of everyday married life. Its tyranny was apparent to neither.

Unless I am what I am and feel what I feel -- as hard as I can and as honestly and truly as I can -- then I am nothing.

The woman whose behavior indicates that she will make a scene if she is told the truth asks to be deceived.

Sometimes I think we only imagine ourselves. It's hard sometimes, coming face-to-face with your truer nature -- the part that you conceal, even from yourself.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on thorugh by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route''.

By the love I bear you, do not fear to speak to me of them." I drew myself to my full height. "I would always rather have to do with spiky truth than with comfortable lies. Always." I held out my right hand to him and he smiled and took it in his. "I give you my word, Lanen Kaelar," he said, the beauty of that deep warm voice threatening to break down my hard-won self-control. "Always the spiky truth.

There was no fate. There was what people tell others and those others believe. There was conspiracy and propaganda and inspiration, not fate. Fate was only someone else's idea of how the world worked, a story people inherit, a lie they're told. If he'd learned anything, Jacob thought, he'd learned that. That there was no thing that should be, that must be, even the world.

He met her eyes and said, 'I mean—some things we've learnt might not make any kind of sense according to what we're used to seeing as sense, but they might work with the bits and pieces of knowledge we have.

Though it might be nice to imagine there once was a time when man lived in harmony with nature, it's not clear that he ever really did.