Quotes About Truth

The cunning old cow, thought Melena. She is trying that rarest of strategies, telling the truth, and making it sound plausible.

We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls...

Men were beasts. Everyone knew that.

As an old friend of mine once said when I brought him some interesting brownies, 'You must accept the truth from whatever source it comes,'" she replied. "Haven't you read your Maimonides?

In the end, all disguises must drop.

There was something about words and music together that allowed people to get nearest to honest truth about what was most difficult to say. Paradoxically, only through the essential instantaneity of music could you approach its eternal pertinence.

But there was the mirror in which I would glimpse his handsome form, because mirrors don't lie about men, only women.

I am a woman who slept with my father the Pope. They say I did, at least, and so does he. And who am I to make of the Pope a liar, And who is he to make a liar of me?

We stand at a crossroads. Idolatry looms. Traditional values in jeopardy. Truth under siege and virtue abandoned.

What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.

I'm a priest, I know better than most when a lie is permitted.

Die Wahrheit lässt sich nach Geschmack gestalten Denn Wahrheit ist, was alle dafür halten!

Given a long enough time, of course, a wide enough frame, there is nothing said or done, ever, that isn't ironic in the end.

I rarely trust myself to make statements about truth.

A little bird told me, said the Lion.

Too much truth got in the way.

There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask, even as an Elephant, to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments diffuse and miniature enough to be survived.

Ask me no questions and I'll spell you no lies, she said.

I don't believe in the concept of 'real' or 'realer' people. You don't? She smiled, not nicely. When I do disappear again, dearie, I'll surely be less real than I am now.

Given a long enough time, of course, a wide enough frame, there is nothing said or done, ever, that isn't ironic in the end.

Lo que pervive en la memoria de la gente es más verdadero que el arte de un poeta para contarlo. En la memoria popular, el mal siempre antecede al bien.

In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats. Nothing

I've never met a Quadling before, she said, too loudly, too brightly. The months of solitude had made her forget her manners. My family would never have Quadlings in to dine - not that there were many, or even any for all I know, in the farmlands around my family's estate. The stories make out that Quadlings were sneaky and incapable of telling the truth. How can a Quadling to answer such a charge if a Quadling is given always to lie? He smiled at her.