Quotes About Truth

Vicars, he often thought, are essentially God's lawyers on the earth. Interpreters of the law, the finders of nuance, sifters through rationalizations to get at the truth or the need of the moment. Guessers, in other words.

Charm, my dear, Cynthia wanted to tell her, is not learned, it is innate. And it is honed by desperation and need and sharpened by application. If you want the truth, that is.

Now, here's a philosophical dilemma for a vicar … is it a lie if you don't know you're lying? Is it a lie if you're lying to yourself?" "Is it a sin if I tell my cousin to bugger off?

Perhaps that's its strength. The flexibility. The fragility. Appearances…" He paused. "…are often deceiving.

The one thing she'd been able to count on her entire life was her cleverness. She was so often right. It was humbling and disorienting to realize that she in truth knew nothing at all. One only ever saw a fraction of someone, whatever it was they chose to show you, and extrapolated a whole person from that. And saw them through a prism of one's own prejudices.

She gazed up into his face, and he gazed down into hers as if she were a landscape he was inspecting for hidden enemies. Or perhaps hidden wonders. Lost. His voice lowered conspiratorially. Would you like your hand back? The right words to say were bobbing around somewhere in the syrup her brain had become; she couldn't quite fish them out. The truth was, at the moment, her hand seemed to rightly belong to him. As though it were a trophy he'd won for snatching arrows out of air.

Once I have the target in my sights, he said, close to her ear, I think of what I love most in the world. What will happen if I miss? Will they be harmed? Will they go hungry? Will I see them again? He paused at length. Because I've learned that once you know what truly matters in life, and once you know who and what you truly love, then you know who you are...and your aim will always be true.

the biggest lie people tell themselves is that they prefer to know the truth.

sometimes the most simple conclusion is also the most correct

Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, Whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure; if there be any virtue … think on these things." NEW TESTAMENT, PHILIPPIANS, 4:8

Anger and hate are destructive emotions and neither will change the facts.

At times, circumstances conspire to make us believe the lies we tell ourselves. Everything- the weather, the season, the fall of light- sets the stage for our play; we find ourselves, instead of acting, becoming the characters, moving into a reality in which we're inseparable from our roles.

But was it cowardice to call out a lie, to insist on truth?

Is it a blessing in disguise, or is it just a disguise? And if it's just a disguise, then what is it disguising?

Everybody thinks about film, everybody knows films are made somewhere out there, and it's interesting," he said. "But very little is known about what goes on because all of us lie.

Res ipsa loquitur.

Letters tell the truths a person will not speak. They contain the deepest of feelings, the wisest of stories. Letters are powerful. They contain messages of hope, love, change.

You don't like it that I am the one you need to keep the wolf from the door; that comes as no surprise. But I am the one you have. At some point we'll both have to risk telling the truth.

A wonder tale can be truer than true, I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be found in the strangest and wildest of stories. One may not meet a fire-breathing dragon on the way to the well. One may not encounter an army of toothed snakes in the woodshed. That does not make the wisdom in those tales any less real.

Every ancient tale has truth at its heart, I said. That's what I've always believed, anyway. But after years and years of retelling, the shape of those old stories changes. What may once have been simple and easily recognized becomes strange, wondrous and magical. Those are only the trappings of the story. The truth lies beneath those fantastic garments.

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest," said Conor, frowning with concentration. "My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth. This is the way of truth.

The two of them are like open books, they speak the truth at the risk of their own lives, and when they keep silent their thoughts blaze like a beacon from their eyes.

It is frightening, how one lie is just the first strand in an ever increasing fabric of untruth. And once this fabric is woven, it is very hard to unravel.

Her kind will tell you there is no black and white, only shadows. That any way can be wrong or right, that good and evil are two sides of the same coin. Believe her if you will. Perhaps she tells the truth