Quotes About Truth

That's half of your trouble, muttered the crocodile. You believe everything's true. That's because everything is, replied Mr. Bacchus.

Stories had a way of doing that, in Grillo's experience. It was his belief that nothing, but nothing, could stay secret, however powerful the forces with interests vested in silence. Conspirators might conspire and thugs attempt to gag but the truth, or an approximation of same, would show itself sooner or later, very often in the unlikeliest form. It was seldom hard facts that revealed the life behind the life. It was rumour, graffiti, strip cartoons and love songs.

The things I will invent will be, I suspect, mundane by comparison with the truth. And as I said, it's my intention that you should not know the difference. I plan to interweave the elements of my story so cunningly that you'll cease to even care whether an event happened out there in the same world where you walk, or in here, in the head of a crippled man who will never again move from his stepmother's house.

Living and dying we feed the fire," Steep said softly. "That is the melancholy truth of things.

Nor in prayer either. He had told Billy the truth, about his giving up God when his prayers for his father's life had gone unanswered. Of such divine neglect was aetheism made; belief could not be rekindled now, however profound his terror.

Legends are not born or made, they just are.

Memories can be treacherous. We all have a hunger to rearrange our histories so as to remember ourselves in the most flattering light.

No matter how fantastical the story, true life experience gives it credibility. Dropping in elements of your own life, telling bits of detail borrowed from your memory bank, give the reader a feeling of assurance. It's the old story about how to tell a lie. Don't make it all up, tell the lie with large dollops of truth. The truth can give foundation to the most outrageous of lies.

Arnie had always called her a dreamer, and maybe he was right about that.

Nothing's right .... except what you feel and know.

He was no longer innocent. With this slaughter he became the killer Decker had persuaded him he was. In murdering the prophet he made the prophecy true.

Horror shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory.

It'd just be another opinion," Maxine said, poking at the fire with the stick she'd picked up. "People would go on believing their favorite versions." "You think?" "For sure. You can't change people's opinion about stuff like that. It's embedded. They believe what they believe.

If you were alone on earth, what would you know? What the mirror told you, that's all. The rest would be myth and conjecture.

but as his years advanced Lewis had seen less and less purpose in distinguishing between fact and fiction.

She knew he was telling the truth, the kind of unsavoury truth that only monsters were at liberty to tell. He had no need to flatter or cajole; he had no philosophy to debate, or sermon to deliver. His awful nakedness was a kind of sophistication. Past the lies of faith, and into purer realms.

You won't simply witness what is going to unfold in Hell from this point outward; you will make a testament of it, wherein my acts and my philosophies will be recounted in full detail. They will be my Gospels, and I will forbid you nothing in their chapters and verses, as long as it is observed truth, however far from my ideal of myself I may fall.

All this talk of necromancy was just a morbid veil drawn over the filthy truth of the matter. Poor Elise! Stuck with a broken-down husband, who knew no better way to please than to give her over to an Englishman for an occasional pleasuring. Of all things, an Englishman! As if the English knew anything about making love. (Haeckel's Tale)

Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality!

Unfortunately we have to remember we're scientists, not writers of popular semifictional archaeological claptrap.

Rakkaus - - vaanii meitä kuin kuolema ja verot.

Giordino: I've been wanting to say this, but you look vaguely familiar. The Kid: Can't imagine why. I don't recall meeting up with you fellas before. Giordino: Would I offend you if I asked you your real name? The Kid: Not at all, I don't take offense easily. It's an odd name. Never used it much. It's Clive Cussler. Giordino: You're right, it is an odd name.

Lügen schmerzen, die Wahrheit jedoch bewegt uns.

Es ist nicht bewiesen, aber es ist wahrscheinlich und wenn es wahrscheinlich ist, dann war es wahrscheinlich so.