Quotes About Truth

Priest: If truth is your absolute, you will die. If life is your absolute- Hippolytus: I've chosen my path. I'm fucking doomed.

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

I can think of no more dangerous a position than to learn to tolerate evil in order to become accustomed to reality.

I wanted to remember what I could bear to remember and convince myself it was all there was.

The trouble was that I failed to record so much , I wrote, but how could I have believed that if I tried hard enough, I could remember everything?

Hell is the moment you realize that you were ignorant of the fact, when it was true, that you were not yet ruined by desire.

There are no memories, just artifacts. And they're all lying.

A woman I knew was so attached to the idea of having a terrible secret, she told me the same secret three times, each time as if for the first time.

We were inert targets at which to aim their certainty, and even if we knew they were wrong, the men couldn't even imagine not being right. So many of them would never know what was actually true.

The joy in telling a story is in the magic of spinning the tale, not in the number of exaggerations you can create." "So you say. And who's to say I was exaggerating?" "I do." "That's because you're six-foot-plus and more brawn than--" "More brawn than what?" "Than a five-foot-tall woman of undisclosed weight." "Now there's another difference in how I'd tell the story. I'd use the word insufficient to describe your weight.

I've learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.

I'd like to know how anyone can write the truth about us if we've never met.

There were so many lies, all of them precious, all of them necessary.

When you are in my dreams, you have a face, and I know that face to be yours, but no matter how true they are, dreams are not real, and I don't know whether my dreeming mind has ever succeeded in catching your red face.

For Lilah, the light made everything worse. It was harder than the dark uglier, and anything it showed her would be true beyond any hope of redemption.

He turned and caught me in a kiss that probably looked passionate, but was nothing more than a brutal, numbing intrusion, a blind for the compulsion he cast, winding me about in a shroud of briars, ensnaring me, so I could tell no one the truth, tell no one what he had done and how.

No," I said, barely more than a whisper. "Oh, no." But denial made no more difference to the truth than it ever does. Belle Lune was burning.

Tonight she understood what the song was trying to say, that the truth was still beautiful, even if it came out of something painful and ugly and heart-breaking.

No one lies down in this place. Unless they're dead. When you're dead, you get to lie down and only after we've tried to resuscitate you.

the Gospels are not about Jesus; they are Jesus.

When you read a novel, it seems that everything is clear, trite and understandable. But when you yourself fall in love, you understand that nobody knows anything and everyone must decide for themselves.

You tell them one real thing and then the doctor thinks he knows you. He starts getting arrogant and overfamiliar, making insulting suggestions left and right. You have to protest constantly just to set the record straight. Finally he makes offensive assumptions and throws them in your face. A stranger in a bar could do the same…

Some people say my humor focuses too much on stereotypes. It doesn't. It focuses on facts.

It shows the truth - that the real meaning of a word is only as powerful or harmless as the emotion behind it.