Quotes About Truth

If we want to truly live, at some point, we find the dark facts of psychic life demand our full attention.

Letting someone believe something that is not true produces the same result as saying something false: It is the passive version of lying.

I, or any mortal at any time, may be utterly mistaken as to the situation he is really in. —C. S. Lewis

The moral of the story is that seeking truth, rather than fear of pain or the desire for happiness, is the correct orientation toward inner work, since seeking happiness makes you its prisoner just as surely as does pain.

When you see a quote that impresses you by how powerful it is, pause and say to yourself, "But hang on, is it total bullshit?" It's amazing how often you can instantly see it's bullshit. Sometimes you can flip back and forth, profound/bullshit, like that rabbit/duck picture.

Academia implores you to unlearn then relearn as you climb the ladder of knowledge, creating a thin line between the truth and evidence.

Tears are like the lava of a volcano; you can see the escape but never the core.

A thing that is pleasant to a tramp is often believable to a caveman.

The truth was that he loved her as he had never loved anyone in his life before, with a love so strong it made him tremble at the violence of his feelings.

Those noble men who falsehood dread In wealth and glory ever grow, As flames with greater brightness glow With oil in ceaseless flow when fed.

The person who does not see, hear or know anything other than the True Self is all-pervading. As long as you perceive things other than your Self, and consider those entities to be real, you will remain limited and finite, not infinite and eternal.

Truth is only belived when someone has invented it well.

Trust starts with truth and ends with truth.

If for things good and noble thou wert yearning, If to speak baseness were thy tongue not burning, No load of shame would on thine eyelids weigh; What thou with honour wishest thou wouldst say.

It is as if Little Red Riding Hood had asked the wolf: "Dear Grandmother, what is the truth for?" And the wolf had replied: "The truth helps me tell you better lies.

I'm sure there are many women who would prefer not to have children, but few of them are honest with themselves about that.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became: each of them told the story with complete conviction. In the end, she thought, perhaps they were all right. The stories of what had happened to each of them in those bloody days of the revolution were a web they wove together; the truth scuttled back and forth between the delicate strands of memory, and could not be pinned down.

He realized that you can try as hard as you want to escape who you are, but eventually, you realize there is no escape. There's nowhere to run, and nothing to run to. Nothing ever really changes. The state of life on earth is exactly what it is, and the only chance of a happy life is accepting that. Accepting life as it is. And knowing that there is no escape. And that's the only freedom he's ever been able to find.

The teller has no responsibility to make the listener believe in the truth. Each must take the words and make them their own. No one can do this for another.

Most people wouldn't know the truth if it bit them in the ass and paid for the privilege.

Mysteries never end," Constance Darling, Silette's student, told me once, "And I always thought maybe none of them really get solved, either. We only pretend we understand when we can't bear it anymore. We close the file and close the case, but that doesn't mean we've found the truth, Claire. It only means that we've given up up on this mystery and decided to loo for truth someplace else.

Wasn't solving mysteries important? Didn't the truth matter? Of course, Silette had foreseen this. He knew the truth was, and always would be, the most unpopular point of view. "If there is anything that can unify us," he wrote to Constance during the Paris uprising, already old and bitter, "it is our love of deceit and lies, and our abhorrence of the truth.

solutions are always possible, and the limits of the truth far exceed the limits of human understanding.

Constance helped Mick see that there are never any sides. Only things we understand and things we have chosen to pretend we don't understand. Only those we admit we love and those we pretend we don't recognize.