Quotes About Truth

Karou enjoyed the idea that you could "believe what you want," as though reality were a buffet line. If only. Triple helpings of cake, please.

and she felt the words come from some iron place within her that hadn't existed an hour ago. She didn't speak loudly, but there was such a change in her voice. Coming from that iron place, it was heavy and true; it wasn't persuasive, or desperate, or antagonistic. It just was.

It's alright, you know...To love him...Please, child, do you think I don't know you at all? I'm not going to say there is some easy future for you, or even any future at all. I only want you not to punish yourself. You've always felt the truth in him, then and now. Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.

In truth, she had claim to no nationality. Her papers were all forgeries, and her accents -all except one, in her first language, which was not of human origin- were all fakes.

The senses have their limits, and we can never know how short they fall in revealing to us the truth of a vision, a scent, a sound.

If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

Qué significado tiene la palabra «verdadero» cuando se refiere a un rostro? Solo las almas son verdaderas y cuando las sueltas al aire se desvanecen,

The mind is good at hiding things, but it can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone.

She'd heard the word before; seraphim were some high order of angels, at least according to the Christian mythos, for which Brimstone had utter contempt, as he did for all religion. 'Humans have gotten glimpses of things over time,' he'd said. 'Just enough to make the rest up. It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

Akiva supo que ella era su álef, su verdad y su comienzo. Su alma.

Hija de mi corazón. Dos veces mi hija, mi alegría. Tu sueño es mi sueño, y tu nombre es la verdad. Tú eres nuestra única esperanza.

The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

Over the years she'd found that that was all it took, that lazy smile, and she could tell the truth without risk of being believed.

It was, in fact, quite difficult to lie to a hawk.

But the truth has a way of seeping out. The mind can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone.

I've never liked to call it that," cut in Thyon—softly, like a confession. "It's bitter on my tongue. I think of it as the Unseen City instead.

Humans have gotten glimpses of things over time," he'd said. "Just enough to make the rest up. It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth." "So what's real?" she'd wanted to know. "If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

Shadows told the truth,

Good people do all the things bad people do Lazlo. It's just that when they do them, they call it justice.

Livet är verkligen inte en saga, och ibland får man synnerligen skoningslösa bevis för hur osagolikt det kan vara (s. 317).

She had said she didn't feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone.

Dorintele sunt falsuri. Speranta e adevarata. Speranta isi face propria magie.

The mind is good at hiding things, but there's something it cannot do: It can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone. They rot. They fester, they leak poisons. They ache and stink. They hiss like serpents in tall grass.

Las sombras decían la verdad