Quotes About Truth

There was music in death. Actors and musicians knew this as true.

Truths, yes. One after another, one boulder settling down, then another. And another. Blotting out the light, darkness closing in, grit and sand sifting down, a solid silence when the last one is in place. Now, dear fool, try drawing a breath. A single breath. There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

Ask no question, the river shall answer.' 'Question the river, find the answer.

Outside, in the street beyond the two motionless Wickan guards, Gamet paused and looked up. Ancient light, is it? If so, then the patterns I see... May have died long ago. No, that does not bear thinking about. It is one of those truths that have no value, for it offers nothing but dislocation.

There had been plenty of altars before which she had knelt over the years, and from them, one and all, Torahaval Delat had discovered something she now held to be true. All that is worshipped is but a reflection of the worshipper. A single god, no matter how benign, is tortured into a multitude of masks, each shaped by the secret desires, hungers, fears and joys of the individual mortal, who but plays a game of obsequious approbation.

it is knowledge that makes one aware of his or her own chains.' 'Knowledge only makes the eyes see what was there all along

Truth cared nothing for stories. The real world was indifferent to what people wanted to be, to how they wanted everything to turn out.

When a poet speaks of truth to another poet, what hope has truth?

Like all men - you hate to say you don't know and leave it at that. You have an answer to every question, and if you don't you make one up." "An outrageous accusation, my dear. It is not a matter of making up answers, it is rather an exercise in conjecture. There is a difference—" "That's what you say, not what I have to listen to. All the time. Endless words. Does a man even exist who believes there can be too many words?" "I don't know.

What gesture will you make, to announce to all the true colour of your soul? How long will we all wait for you to find your courage?

Coll swung a glare on Kruppe. 'What outrageous lies have you uttered now?' The round man looked offended. 'Kruppe and the truth are lifelong partners, friend Coll! Indeed, wedded bliss – we only yesterday celebrated our fortieth anniversary, the mistress of veracity and I.

We distort with deliberate purpose; we confine vast meaning into the strictures of imagined necessity. In this lies both failing and gift, for in the surrender of truth we fashion, rightly or wrongly, universal significance. Specific gives way to general; detail gives way to grandiose form, and in the telling we are exalted beyond our mundane selves.

to hide weakness behind bluster was to hide nothing at all.

Falsehoods cease being false when enough people believe them, Bakal. Instead, they blaze like eternal truths, and woe to the fool who tries pissing a stream on that.

Badalle thought that Saddic's book should hold vast numbers of blank pages, to mark such silences and all they contained. The truths and the lies, the needs and the wants. The nows and the thens, the theres and the heres. If she saw such pages, and could crisp back each one, one after another, she would nod, remembering how it was. How it was.

Falsehoods cease being false when enough people believe them, Bakal. Instead, they blaze like eternal truths, and woe to the fool who tries pissing a stream on that. They'll tear you to pieces.

Show me a mortal who is not pursued, and I'll show you a corpse. Every hunter is hunted, every mind that knows itself has stalkers. We drive and are driven. The unknown pursues the ignorant, the truth assails every scholar wise enough to know his own ignorance, for that is the meaning of unknowable truths.

To remember rape is to fold details into sensation, and so relive each time its terrible truth. He told you this could become habit, an addiction, until even despair became a welcome taste on your tongue. Understand, then - as only you can here - that to take one's own life is the final expression of despair. You saw that. Buruk the Pale. You felt that, at the sea's edge.

And the good know only one truth. But it's a lie, because there's always more than one truth.

The truth of futility was the hardest truth of all, and for those clear-eyed enough to see it, there was no escape.

when there is a difference between perception and reality, perception always wins. Behind

Astrology is just a finger pointing at reality.

The more nearly a man knows himself for what he is, the nearer he approaches wisdom. The more his imagination about himself diverges from what he actually is, the madder he becomes. –Rodney Collin

There is no way to tell which version of a lie is the truth.