Quotes About Truth

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

If you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

The most important things are the hardest to say

Words have weight.

Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.

Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story's just a story

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That's what makes them children.

The man in black smiled. Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies? I thought we had been. But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

Speech destroys the function of love, I think-that's a hell of a thing for a writer to say, I guess, but I believe it to be true. If you speak to tell a deer you mean it no harm, it glides away with a single flip of its tail. Love has teeth; they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words can close those love bites. it's the other way around, that's the joke. If those wounds dry up, the words die with them.

He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.

See the TURTLE of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always kind; He holds us all within his mind. On his back all vows are made; He sees the truth but may not said. He loves the land and loves the sea, And even loves a child like me

And this wasn't lying, not really. It was leaving out.

There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were people who lied because they were waiting for it to be time to tell the truth.