Quotes About Truth

Magic is the recognition of the fire burning behind us when all else see only their own shadow on the wall.

You are very wise, Tanis Half-Elven. But this time you are wrong," she said to herself as she stood alone on her porch. "Lady Crysania isn't mad. She's in love.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false.

He had seen, but he had seen only what he wanted to see. How much of what happened in his life was like that? How much of what he saw was distorted by his own mind? He hadn't understood Berem because he didn't want to understand Berem!

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But what of you? How was your journey to your homelands?

You cannot believe the loneliness', he said at last, so softly that Orla was forced to move closer to him to hear. 'The mensch are so very, very lonely. The only means they have of communicating are physical. They must rely on words or a look or a gesture to describe what they feel, and their languages are so limited. Most of the time, they are unable to express what they truly mean, and so they live their lives and die without ever knowing the truth, about themselves or others.

Still, without the truth, all will perish and be lost. Come here inside the temple with me, daughter. You will find what you seek.

gain the power to defeat them, you will need the truth of the gods, this is the greatest gift of which you were told. Below this temple, in the ruins haunted by the glories of ages past, rest the Disks of Mishakal; circular disks made of gleaming platinum. Find the Disks and you can call upon my power, for I am Mishakal, goddess of healing.

hope is the denial of reality

The Nightlord wasn't attempting to illicit information from Palin.

The wind sings of our nostalgia and the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle Silence is full of the unspoken, of deeds not performed, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed. Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and mine.

Nahl's erasure of the tattoo in the book, removes from the story the possibility that the tattoo made her Mohave. And it neglects a larger truth: the Mohaves did not tattoo their captives; they tattooed their own.

In the end we all have stories.

Pourquoi nier l'évidente nécessité de la mémoire?

You're always more unreal to yourself than other people are.

Aucun couple, même le meilleur, ne peut encourager à l'amour, ce n'est pas vrai.

She opens her eyes, says: Stop lying. She says she hopes she'll never know anything, anything in the world, the way you do. She says: I don't want to know anything the way you do, with that death-derived certainty, that hopeless monotony, the same every day of your life, every night, and that deadly routine of lovelessness.

Anna sonunda dönüp bana bakt?. -Ya öyküyü baÅŸtan sona ben uydurduysam, dedi. -Tümünü mü? -Evet tümünü. Aram?zdaki ÅŸeyler kaç?n?lmaz hale geliyordu. Bana sanki bunu söylemiÅŸ gibi oldu. -Bu pek bir ÅŸeyi deÄŸiÅŸtirmez, dedim...

Ne bildiÄŸinizi bilmeden bildiÄŸinizi san?rs?n?z, o bilginin sonuna varamazs?n?z, dünyadaki mutsuzluÄŸun tek ba??n?za sureti olduÄŸunuzu san?rs?n?z, imtiyazl? bir al?nyaz?s?n?n sureti. Kendinizi olmakta olan bu ÅŸeyin hakimi san?rs?n?z, böyle bir ÅŸeyin var olduÄŸunu san?rs?n?z

Gözlerini açar, art?k yalan söylemeyin der. Dünyadaki hiçbir ÅŸeyi, hiçbir zaman sizin bildiÄŸiniz ÅŸekliyle bilmeyeceÄŸini umduÄŸunu söyler. Hiçbir ÅŸeyi sizin bildiÄŸiniz ÅŸekliyle bilmek istemem der, ölümün yol açt??? kesinlikle, hatat?n?z?n her gününde her gecesinde birbirine benzeyen o umars?z tekdüzelikle, sevme yoksunluÄŸunun o ölümcül iÅŸleyiÅŸiyle.

Women must find their own answer. That's the important thing. I'm no longer interested in books about women written by men. Even if I could believe in their objectivity, I just can't find their opinions relevant. Now I will only believe what a woman has to say about women, because even if it's not entirely true, it's her struggle and she's on the way to the answer.

Birinin sizi sevebileceÄŸine inan?p inanmad???n? sorars?n?z ona. Hiçbir durumda sevilemeyeceÄŸinizi söyler. Ölüm yüzünden mi? diye sorars?n?z. Evet, der, duygular?n?zdaki bu yavanl?k, bu duraÄŸanl?k yüzünden, denizin siyah olduÄŸu yalan?n? söylemeniz yüzünden.

To level the terrain, to dig down into it, to open the tombs wherein Lol is feigning death, seems to me fairer - given the necessity to fill in the missing links of Lol Stein's story - than to fabricate mountains, create obstacles, rely on chance. And, knowing this woman, I believe she would prefer that I compensate in this way for the lack of cold, hard facts about her life.

N?u ng??i ta bi?t gì Ä'ó v? Ä'i?u mình s? vi?t, trÆ°á»›c khi làm Ä'i?u Ä'ó, trÆ°á»›c khi vi?t, ng??i ta s? không bao gi? vi?t. Ch?ng c?n.