Quotes About Truth

It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

Some stories, she'd say, the more you tell them, the faster you use them up. Those kind, the drama burns off, and every version, they sound more silly and flat. The other kind of story, it uses you up. The more you tell it, the stronger it gets. Those kind of stories only remind you how stupid you were. Are. Will always be.

Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.

Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.

Like the he-man movie stars who turn out to be queer . . . or the silent-film actors whose voices sound terrible recorded--the audience only wants a limited amount of honesty. [ellipses original]

Ev­ery­thing you re­mem­ber is wrong.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. Until it's too late. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble. So you just walk home.

A salacious lie will always trump a noble truth.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

Ig­nore how it feels when the on­ly re­al tal­ent you have is for hid­ing the truth.

Clothing is dishonesty in its purest form.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?

Give me release. I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy. Give me deliverance. From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love. Flash.

The truth is you can be or­phaned again and again and again. The truth is you will be. And the se­cret is, this will hurt less and less each time un­til you can't feel a thing.

Ignore how it feels when the only real talent you have is for hidding the truth. You have a God-given knack for commiting a terrible sin. It's your calling. You have a natural gift for denial. A blessing.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe until the event. Until it's too late. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble

Screw the idea of inventing monsters. Here, we just had to look around. Pay attention.

It sounds trite, but only because words make everything true sound trite. Because words always screw up whatever you're trying to say.

The truth is nobody here is as stupid or evil as I let on. Except me.

Writing an honest blog is how you unlive your life.

You can tell peo­ple the truth, but they'll nev­er be­lieve you un­til the event. Un­til it's too late. In the mean­time, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trou­ble.