Quotes About Truth

Poznati su mi kao i vama mnogi, mnogi na?ini da sami sebe zavaramo. Ali kako ?emo živeti ako ne verujemo da znamo ko smo i ko smo oduvek bili?

Pero entonces –porfía el muchacho alto–, si no es verdad que murió, si no es más que una historia, ¿cómo sabemos que hubo una tormenta? ¿Cómo sabemos que la tormenta no es también una historia? –Porque David acaba de decirlo. El carro, el desierto, la tormenta, todo eso lo dice David.

Es esto el amor, esta generosidad natural, este sentimiento de ser comprendido por fin, de no tener que fingir?

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere. Una

Porque carece de talento para mentir, engañar o saltarse las normas, igual que tampoco lo tiene para el placer y la ropa moderna. Solo tiene talento para la tristeza, la tristeza sincera y aburrida.

In Scripture, faith involves placing trust in what you have reason to believe is true. Faith is not a blind, irrational leap into the dark. So faith and reason cooperate on a biblical view of faith. They are not intrinsically hostile.

The right approach to life is one that hungers to know as many truths as one can and to avoid as many falsehoods as possible.

Today, people are inclined to think that the sincerity and fervency of one's beliefs are more important than the content. As long as we believe something honestly and strongly, we are told, then that is all that really matters. Reality is basically indifferent to how sincerely we believe something.

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.

Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.

Well . . . in the words of Vishous, want in one hand, shit in the other? See what you get most of.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. I'm thinking about my tattoos. When did you get them? Almost three centuries ago. She whistled. God, you live that long? Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.

Love can conquer everything but reality.

There came a time in everyone's life when they realized that in spite of how hard they'd been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother's pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.

Tohr: Doesn't have to be easy to be right. John: In that case, we're meant for each other.

Well, too bad, boys—life wasn't an epi of Doctor Who. And you know what?

Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me.

Problems is, the word of an addict is just that. A word. nothing more.

So you'll excuse me if I have to disagree with you. It is not okay-it will not ever be okay-and whereas I'm more than willing to live with the fact that I was a walking, talking lie for decades, the idea that it sacrificed what could have been between us...is absolutely, positively not okay to me.

He had a weakness, though. All of us do, and those of us who think they do not are not being honest.