Quotes About Truth

Truth is: I was always that kind of girl. Truth is: they don't make dresses any whiter than mine. Truth is: I am not Demeter's daughter. I am Heisenberg's ripe tomato I am Niels Bohr's piece on the side. In the winter I am a particle. In the summer I am a wave. And I didn't get to be queen of hell by letting folks off easy.

We make our worlds of stranger stuff: We choose people who do not annoy us, places of green or glass and steel that feel as alive and necessary as our brothers and sisters, houses in which everything has a place, rules such as Do Not Take Things That Aren't Yours Unless No One Is Looking and Good Things Happen to Good People and A Year Is 365 Days are agreed upon, even when they aren't true, perhaps especially so.

Honesty is such a nasty habit, dear. Like biting your nails.

September frowned; she probably did need to hear things which were cruel but true. If they were true it did not matter if they were cruel, even if all her mistakes were laid out before her like rings in a jeweler's box.

I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand. I am not a Good Robot. To tell a story about a robot who wants to be human is a distraction. There is no difference. Alive is alive. There is only one verb that matters: to be.

You see her as you see anyone in this world: distorted, warped, reflected, refracted, contorted, mutilated by time.

However unlikely it may seem, it is the truth and, therefore, one hundred percent likely.

In future days you will call John Mandeville a liar, and my shade will laugh at you and say: true, true, I was, but not always, not so. When the world was good enough in my sight, when it behaved as wildly and gorgeously as I always knew it could, I told the truth of it.

A good, solid, beefy lie is too heavy to stand on its own. It needs smaller, quicker, more complicated lies to hold it up.

A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know, Its blood, which is its history.

Of course she cheated. Don't be silly. Snow White spent half her growing years shuffling cards for no one. She can cut false and she can cut true, but she wasn't going to lose when it counted.

Any story told is a lie cunningly told to hide the real world from the poor bastards who live in it.

Maybe [Snow White] never wakes up. More likely than anything else, really. You can't kiss a girl into anything.

It's like Goguenar's Fourth General Unkillable Fact says: Everyone's always saying love is the element that binds the universe together, but that's a load of bollocks; It's convenience.

Over in the refrigerated section hang lies told so long ago and so often that they turned into the truth and get taught in history books.

In my experience, folk find it nigh on impossible to call a thing what it is. It

But something older and wiser within her said, Some things are for hiding and for keeping.

there is only this world, as it is now, and there has never been another, can never be any other.

Lebedeva snapped her fingers. "It's like lying!" she exclaimed. "Well, we understand that, of course! The bigger the lie, the happier the liar.

There are many sorts of lies. You could fill a shop with them. To be sure, lies are terribly common.

Most people don't like complexity. They would prefer the world to be simple.

Orpheus asks his mother. She tells him the obvious: the entrance to hell is always in your own house, silly billy.

She didn't like to say things flatly, but sometimes it is the perfect antidote to someone trying to convince you the noose in their hand is a lovely silk ribbon for your hair.

But the story is no good without a villain. It can't feel true without a villain. Otherwise, everything would already be as it ought to be, yes? Someone has to be at fault. And if you are the hero, it stands to reason that folk who do not look like you or talk like you or like to eat the same things you like to eat must be the villains. After all, the world is easy and simple, is it not?