Quotes About Truth

The one sincere confession is the one we make indirectly - when we talk about other people.

todos los males de la vida vienen de una «concepción de la vida».

Where does happiness begin? When we have persuaded ourselves that there is no truth. All salvation comes thenceforth, even salvation through nothing. He who does not believe in the impossibility of truth, or does not rejoice in it, has only one road to salvation, which he will, however, never find.

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If with each word we win a victory over nothingness, it is only the better to endure its reign. We die in proportion to the words which we fling around us . . . Those who speak have no secrets. And we all speak. We betray ourselves, we exhibit our heart; executioner of the unspeakable, each of us labors to destroy all the mysteries, beginning with our own.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: In truth it is itself the quintessence of injustice.

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.

Things perceived as real become real in their consequences.

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

When truth is buried underground it grows, it chokes, it gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

Nella ricerca storica non vale la regola che sia la maggioranza a stabilire la verità storica, ma vale soltanto ciò che dalla ricerca e dalla conoscenza dei fatti corrisponde alla realtà storica, come risulta dai documenti. Nessuna presunzione, neppure involontaria, ma solo accertamento dei fatti storici.

A word is dead when it's been said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

The artist himself may not think he is religious, but if he is sincere his sincerity in itself is religion.

Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.

Oh! where is Truth? am I never to find it? I can bear artifice in the frivolities and gauds of the world–it is all artificial in itself, all heartless–but sorrow should be as true as it is sacred. Falseness there appals and disgusts me.

I died for Beauty—but was scarceAdjusted in the TombWhen One who died for Truth, was lainIn an adjoining Room—

Sarah learnt a lot from Alex. Like the way men could say one thing, then another, then act in a way inconsistent with both positions and somehow still be convinced of their own integrity.

And the worst thing, the unsurvivable thing, is understanding that there exist people who know in their flesh the truth of all this. They know it because they created it, created hell with their bare hands and then just kept on living, kept on as though they never stopped the world.