Quotes About Truth

When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity. That's when I see them formulate: THE COLORS RED: [rectangle] WHITE: [circle] BLACK: [swastika] They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.

Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

I'd seen glimpses of a different me. It was a different me because in those increments of time I thought I actually became a winner. The truth, however, is painful. It was a truth that told me with a scratching internal brutality that I was me, and that winning wan't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind. In a way, I had to scavenge for moments of alrightness.

Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.

For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.

Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a colour and all of that tired sort of nonsense. Well, I'm here to tell you that it is. White is without question a colour, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.

Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, an in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me. Even in the night, in bed, they woke me. They painted themselves onto the ceiling. They burned themselves onto the sheets of memory laid out in my mind. When I woke up the next day, I wrote the words down , on a torn-up piece of paper. And to me, the world changed color that morning.

We admit to almost everything, and the almost is all that counts.

It feels nice to emerge from the lies.

Words are life, Liesel.

But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question.

Normalmente vamos por la vida reyéndonos constantemente lo que nos decimos. «Estoy bien», decimos. «Estoy genial.» Pero de vez en cuando la verdad se te echa encima y no puedes sacudírtela. Entonces te das cuenta de que a menudo esa verdad no es una respuesta, sino una pregunta. Incluso ahora, me pregunto hasta qué punto me convence mi vida.

What someone says and what happened are usually two different things.

If your eyes could speak, what would they say?

No mezclo nada, sólo repito lo que dijiste. Lo que uno cuenta y lo que sucede de verdad no suele coincidir, Rudy, sobre todo contigo.

Može li netko ukrasti sre?u? Ili je i to još jedan unutarnji, paklenski ljudski trik?

She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting.

Está bien? Asiente con la cabeza y miente. —Sí.

No, Sophie, no soy un santo. Solo otro estúpido ser humano.

Marv glaubt an so etwas, und ich weiss, dass ich das nicht geringschaetzen sollte. Es ist, wie es ist.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you. A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR I am haunted by humans.

Here's a small fact. You are going to die.