Quotes About Truth

Now I certainly had no intention of lying on the form, but I was trying to think of a creative way to make homemaker sound more important. Then the thought struck me: I am more concerned about the opinion of the individual who will read this questionnaire than I am about the approval of the One who has called me to be a homemaker. I had succumbed to worldly thinking rather than viewing my profession as the Bible portrays it—a high calling from God.

Our emotions don't necessarily tell us the facts about the situation, rather they tell us our interpretation of the facts.

ele será fiel à sua Palavra para dar-lhe sabedoria, perdão e graça para a mudança de que precisa.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

You mean like some kind of A Midsummer Night's Dream shtick? For real?

Fantasy is one of the best mediums for telling two stories (if not more!) at once. They layer on one another: reality and make-believe, life and myth, perception and fact.

Balthasar, his people—they're not what they seem." "Look, instead of a vague warning why can't you just tell me why you don't like them? Give me some information here." "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said. Exasperated, I flung my arms and shouted, "I'm a freaking werewolf! Try me!

It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.

That was the best of all. To speak the truth and be attended.

The joy made him feel like a drunken man. To teach and exhort and explain to his people--and to have them understand. That was the best of all. To speak the truth and be attended.

I go all around and try to tell them. And they laugh. I can't make them understand anything. No matter what I say I can't seem to make them see the truth.

Being mad is no good. Nothing we can do is any good. That's the way it seems to me. All we can do is go around telling the truth.

You see, it's like I'm two people. One of me is an educated man. I been in some of the biggest libraries in the country. I read. I read all the time. I read books that tell the pure honest truth. Over there in my suitcase I have books by Karl Marx and Thorstein Veblen and such writers as them. I read them over and over, and the more I study the madder I get.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is for ever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.

Emotions can get in the way of truth-seeking. People do not process information in a neutral way.

As Joseph Schumpeter remarked, you cannot fool all of the people all of the time, but you can fool enough of the people for long enough to do irreversible damage.

When your head tells you one thing and your heart another, listen to your heart. It tells no lies.

Annamae had accepted her mother's word on that, even believed that the old woman had passed away. But now that she knew

For years I lived in inner terror that I was, at heart, a weak and indecisive man. I think it was this fear that made me sick. Dean showed me how foolish all this was. 'Face the truth, Ken,' he told me. 'You are weak. All of us are. Come to terms with it.' But then he pointed out I didn't have to stay this way, that God was certainly not weak. Dean has helped me understand that if I have the Spirit of God within me, then His strength would replace my weakness...

Although there are alternative perceptions, there are no alternative facts.

Everyone has a different story, and you have to ask yourself what motivates people to see reality the way they do.

As I look back upon the years of sadness in my darkest days, I see how my heavenly Father watched and worked on my behalf. Even though I did not believe for a time, my questioning did not banish the truth, that my God is still there. I wish I knew then that joy is not based on people, places, and things. Those change. My God does not.

The very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. They don't alter their views to fit the facts. They alter the facts to fit their views. Which can be uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering.