Quotes About Truth

You can only find truth with logic if you have already found it without it.

Actors aren't particularly deep thinkers. I'll simply tell the truth. That always confuses them.

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve. Secrecy means evasion, and evasion means a problem to the moral mind.

He knew the lie of silence to be as evil as the lie of speech.

There's no tongue that's so tied, when tying's needed, as the one that babbles most bewhiles. Babbling covers a lot of secrets.

la kuvunda halian ubani. There is no incense for something rotting. And that is the condition of the world. This I know.

They thought it was an enemy but it was only their own reflection.

In truth, Freud sees nothing and understands nothing.

Something like hope begins, as if times can turn, the world change course. Maybe black-hearted boys in love with death won't blow themselves and us to smithereens, guns fall silent, the powerful cease slaughtering the weak, the rich will not gorge as the poor starve. Maybe good men will again come to power, truth speak, and words have meaning again. - New Moon

It's a fallacy to believe that age in itself brings wisdom, but one thing it infallibly brings is experience.

One person's dream is another's reality.

We cried for what we'd lost: people and time, as well as for what we'd gained: knowledge and truth.

Given that the shared understanding of truth has been central to language, religion and society, when we ignore small lies, we inflict damage on the larger truth. This is not holiness we're talking about, but wholeness and integrity.

If your father was just an ordinary father and told everybody he had no son, people would call him a liar. But if your father was famous for all the saints he was making and said he had no son, then he had no son, period.

It's not the wolf that makes the killer, Deputy. It's what lies in the heart of the man." -Ava

There is only one way to tell the truth, but there are myriad ways to live a lie.

If anyone asked either of us, we would say that we have a beautiful, happy family, and in so, so many regards we would be telling the truth. But it's what isn't on the page—what resides in the white spaces between words—that tells our story of things lost.

And: there are so many paths we could have traveled—so many other people we could have been. Staying would not have rendered me weak—an inconsequential June Cleaver—just as cheating didn't make me a coldhearted monster. The clean reduction of a woman to any prime number is always a lie, even if some lies are prettier than others.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?" Muriel Rukeyser wrote in 1968, the year of my birth. "The world would split open.

When you are keeping a secret from someone, and that person dies, the secret becomes impossible to dislodge from inside you.

When somebody dies thinking you are someone you haven't been in years—someone you maybe never were to begin with—what parts of your identity, real and constructed, do the dead take with them?

you no longer expect to stop pretending someday. It has become simply a part of who you are,

Follow your heart. Then root its longing with the facts.

Trust what feels true even if that truth requires you to ignore what you know.