Quotes About Truth

Word can travel fast when it wants to, but the truth? The truth is rarely so reliable.

Too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.

True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what's right.

There is no knowledge, no light, no wisdom that you are in possession of, but what you have received it from some source.

Don't try to tear down other people's religion about their ears, Build up your own perfect structure of truth, and invite your listeners to enter in and enjoy it's glories.

Non ha notato che in Shakespeare i pazzi sono le uniche persone assennate? Così anche nella vita non si può mai sapere dove si celi la follia e dove l'assennatezza; parimenti non sappiamo se la realtà è un sogno o il sogno è la realtà. Io propendo a considerare sani di mente quelli che vengono chiamati pazzi. Il vero buon senso viene considerato 'pazzia pericolosa'.

As no two people see the world the same way, all trips from here to there are imaginary; all truth is a tale I am telling myself.

I take work very seriously and telling the truth in my job and professionalism.

It's a strange truth that no matter how persuaded we might be of our own correctness, the discomfiting realization that others disagree with us causes a paralyzing inability to argue the case convincingly.

We were never wet. It was never wet," Lutz told the Advocate.

Because we both knew that sometimes the lies you tell are less frightening than the loneliness you might feel if you stopped telling them.

There's nothing as quiet as that moment before one person is about to tell another something neither of them wants to hear.

When we say we know something in our bones, we mean we don't know yet how we know what we know. This is what we mean by "bones.

If a book is made up of things that are hard to believe, then we were like something out of a book.

Sometimes you have to tell the truth about some of the stuff you've done so that people will believe you when you tell them the truth about other stuff you haven't done.

I confess this is an unforeseen -- unforeseen and, indeed, I did not foresee it -- by-product of journaling: in writing down the facts of one's feelings, one might leave out facts, and one might also try to convince oneself that one's fantasy is, in fact, one's fact, or at least a fact among other facts, other facts that are, in fact, facts, making it most difficult to tell the fact from the fantasy.

The truth is that the world is full of bumblers exactly like you, and to think that you're special is just one more thing you've bumbled.

But she didn't ask, and so I added, "You let her believe you were looking for him." Still, my aunt didn't respond. "You lied to her." "I let her lie to herself," Aunt Beatrice corrected. "Which is what you do, Calvin, when you don't want someone you care about to know the truth.

Why didn't my mother ever tell me about you?" I asked my aunt. "Because I was a bad guy," my aunt said, looking directly at me. Her expression wasn't at all far away anymore. Her mouth was closed, but I could picture her missing tooth. My aunt was right: now that she'd said she was a bad guy, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know exactly how and why. "All right," I said instead, and we changed the subject.

It was only after Caroline had admitted lying to me, and only after she'd made me admit that I'd lied to her, were we both fully ready to believe each other. To quote John Calvin one last time, "Not that they may believe against their wills (which would be impossible), but that they may be made willing to believe who were before unwilling to believe.

Back, devil! Return thee to Hell!" The beast rolled its eyes. "I am not a devil, fool. Do you ever wonder why you seek the Devil with such vigor? I shall tell you. Because you cannot face your own wickedness. The truth is there is no Devil making you torture, rape, murder, and sodomize one another, or making you destroy the very land that feeds you. There is only you. So look at yourself, for you are the only devil in this room.

A house built on lies has a weak foundation.

wanted, a pretty lie, and they believed, because a pretty lie is easier to believe than an ugly truth.

I think he's real," the boy said. "Me, too," the girl agreed. "Well," the mom said. "If enough folks believe in a thing, I guess it becomes real enough. Don't it?