Quotes About Truth

When we let ourselves see only what we expect to see," Genji said, "we view the contents of our own minds and miss what is truly before us.

When we let ourselves see only what we expect to see," Genji said, "we view the contents of our own minds and miss what is truly before us.

I was running away," Jimbo said. "From whom?" "From myself." "A difficult endeavor," Genji said. "Many have attempted it. None that I know of has succeeded. Did you?" "Yes, my lord," Jimbo said. "I did.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth" and so it goes away. —Robert M. Pirsig

Apostates have hinted that I'm the ill-begotten daughter of Medusa and the Marquis de Sade. As against these slanders there are the hymns of my champions, equally inaccurate, that I'm a fusion of Annie Laurie, Bopeep, Florence Nightingale and whichever waif Lillian Gish played in The Orphans of the Storm. Somewhere in between these contrary verdicts lies the truth.

How much do I really believe that will happen? • What do I think is the most likely thing to happen? • What is the most unlikely thing to occur? • What could I do if that happened? Tell yourself: • Ideas can sound frightening, but that doesn't make them true.

Tiferet-Splendor is the sefirah of vision, purpose, and capacity for high-level organization in light of that purpose. Its name suggests the beauty and magnificence of the created being who possesses the vision of creation's purpose. This sefirah is also called Truth, because it is the place where human perception can meet Divine revelation.

When we are not in touch with the ultimate Source that can give us a picture of our true worth, we will slip and slide into the sea of false knowledge that inundates our information age. What

Even if there is dishonor in the truth, Chevalier, less that dishonor if one confesses it in defence of his person.

Long ago she'd learned that facing reality was inevitable. She could skulk about, trying to avoid it or pretending it wasn't there. But in the end, reality always found her. And its finding her seemed a harsher blow than if she'd faced the situation straight on from the very start.

a truth does not take too long to tell, only a fiction requires so much thought

All the things that are white are not milk.

Zoroaster preached that the universe was divided between darkness and light, between good and evil, between truth and falsehood, between life and death. The universe split into these opposing camps at the moment of creation, they had been locked in struggle ever since, and the contest would endure to the end of time.

There was something about this girl's body language, the way she kept darting a look at Leanne, then turning her eyes quickly away, that made her think maybe she was telling the truth. In Leanne's experience, if people were lying, they tended either to look away the whole time or to fix you with intense eye contact as if daring you to disbelieve them.

There's more to life than you can see. Your sight is limited.

Always trust your instinct! If you just close your eyes, talk to God and listen you can always hear the truth

If you've a story, make sure it's a whole one, with details close to hand. It's the difference between a good lie and getting caught.

When people say a knight's job is all glory, I laugh and laugh and laugh. Often I can stop laughing before they edge away and talk about soothing drinks.

You can knock down a genuine belief, if you load up with enough facts that contradict it; but a belief that's built on nothing except who the person wants to be, nothing can crumble that.

What I warn you to remember is that I am a detective. Our relationship with truth is fundamental but cracked, refracting confusingly like fragmented glass. It is the core of our careers, the endgame of every move we make, and we pursue it with strategies painstakingly constructed of lies and concealment and every variation on deception.

Or maybe, and I like to hope it was this one, because the truth is more intricate and less attainable than I used to understand, a bright illusive place reached by twisting back roads as often as by straight avenues, and this was the closest I could come.

Now it seems obvious, of course, that even a strong person has weak spots and that I had hit Cassie's full force, with all the precision of a jeweler fragmenting a stone along a flaw. She must have thought, sometimes, of her namesake, the votary branded with her god's most inventive and sadistic curse: to tell the truth, and never to be believed.

Somewhere at the back of my head I heard a click, tiny and irrevocable. Memory magnifies it to a wrenching, echoing crack, but the truth is that it was the very smallness that made it so terrible.

I didn't believe her, of course. The lie was transparent—it something that size, someone would have mentioned it during the door-to-door--and it went straight to my heart as no sonata ever could have; because I recognized it. That's my twin brother, his name's Peter, he's seven minutes older than me. . . . Children—it and Rosalind was little more—it don't tell pointless lies unless the reality is too much to bear.