Quotes About Truth

We can deny the past, but we can't escape its torment because the past is a speaking shadow that keeps pace with the truth of what we are, step for step, until we die.

fate has every power over us, but two. Fate cannot control our free will, and fate cannot lie.

I wasn't sure if that was true, or if he simply wanted it to be true, but I did know from experience that despair and humiliation haunt the poor.

I was almost angry that she'd made me see the unlovely truth of my house.

There is another reality, beyond what we see with our eyes.

The truth is a bully we all pretend to like. I

The soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.

is necessary to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. The important thing is to be sure that our reasons are right, and that we admit the wrong—that we do not lie to ourselves, and convince ourselves that what we do is right.

It isn't a secret, unless keeping it hurts.

Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be

Men lie, to themselves more than to others, and to the others more often than they tell the truth.

My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.

Prabaker had just then decided to like me, and for him that meant he was bound to a scrupulous and literal honesty in everything he said or did. It was at once his most endearing and most irritating quality, that he always told me the whole of the truth.

Then you said, The truth is a bully we all pretend to like.

What we tell, is rarely what we do.

There are only three big questions?' I asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice. 'Yes,' he answered equably. 'Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Those are the three big questions. And if you love him, Lin, my young friend, if you love him, he will tell you these secrets, as well.

I was thinking about another kind of river, one that runs through every one of us, no matter where we come from, all over the world. It's the river of the heart, and the heart's desire. It's the pure, essential truth of what each one of us is, and can achieve. All

The fugitive kind run, trying against their hearts to annihilate the past, and with it every tell-tale trace of what they were, where they came from, and those who once loved them. And they run into that extinction of themselves, to survive, but they always fail. We can deny the past, but we can't escape its torment because the past is a speaking shadow that keeps pace with the truth of what we are, step for step, until we die.

Politics isn't lying. It's the art of knowing who's lying.

I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again.

No smile would work, no goodbye would pray, no kindness would save, if the truth inside us wasn't beautiful. And the true heart of us, our human kind, is that we are connected, at out best, by purities of love found in no other creature

The truth is there are no good men or bad men. It is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. There are good deeds, and bad deeds. Men are just men - it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good or evil.

The truth is a bully we all pretend to like/

I knew that every smile I took from them was swindled. Life on the run puts a lie in the echo of every laugh, and at least a little larceny in every act of love