Quotes About Truth

Married against their will, kept in one room, and to one occupation, how could a dramatist give a full or interesting or truthful account of them? Love was the only possible interpreter. The poet was forced to be passionate or bitter, unless indeed he chose to 'hate women', which meant more often than not that he was unattractive to them.

Would that we might spare the reader what is to come and say to him in so many words, Orlando died and was buried. But here, alas, Truth, Candour, and Honesty, the austere Gods, who keep watch and ward by the inkpot of the biographer, cry No!

At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial - and any question about sex is that - one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.

he truth is that writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping. If not, you will of course throw the whole of it into the wastepaper basket and forget all about it.

Yine de, bir konu hayli tart??mal?ysa, ki cinsiyete dair her sorun öyledir, gerçeÄŸi anlatmay? umut edemezsiniz. Yaln?zca, sahip olduÄŸunuz fikir her neyse ona nas?l ulaÅŸm?? olduÄŸunuzu gösterebilirsiniz.

Because it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels, he thought...

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high. (...) It is not love of truth but desire to prevail that sets quarter against quarter and makes parish desire the downfall of parish. Each seeks peace of mind and subserviency rather than the triumph of truth and the exaltation of virtue.

One must strain off what was personal and accidental in all these impressions and so reach the pure fluid, the essential oil of truth.

The truth was that she did not want intimacy; she wanted conversation. Intimacy has a way of breeding silence, and silence she abhorred.

Because it is a thousand pities to never say what one feels

Zira kad?n hakikat? söylemeye baÅŸlarsa, aynadaki suret küçülür durur; erkeÄŸin hayatla uyumu bozuluverir. Erkek kendini sabah iki kat daha büyük göremedikten sonra art?k nas?l kararlar verebilecek, nas?l yerlileri medenileÅŸtirebilecek, nas?l kanunlar ç?karabilecek, nas?l kitaplar yazabilecek, nas?l giyinip kuÅŸan?p ziyafetlerde ahkam kesebilecektir?

If truth is not to be found on the shelves of the British Museum, where, I asked myself, picking up a notebook and a pencil, is truth?

They have been written in the red light of emotion and not in the white light of truth.

Knowledge comes through suffering.

There was no treachery too base for the world to commit; she knew that. No happiness lasted; she knew that.

What they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

For the truth is (let her ignore it) that human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. They hunt in packs, Their packs scour the desert and vanish screaming into the wilderness. They desert the fallen. They are plastered over with grimaces.

Fiction must stick to facts, and the truer the facts the better the fiction.

sembrava fosse diventato fisicamente quello che loro avevano segretamente custodito nella loro mente – quella solitudine che era per entrambi la verità delle cose.

Her simplicity fathomed what clever people falcified.

Não acredito em separações. Não somos seres individuais. Para mais, tenho vontade de alargar a minha colecção de observações valiosas a respeito da verdadeira natureza humana. Por certo que a minha obra constará de muitos volumes e abrangerá de todos os tipos conhecidos de homens e mulheres.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.

He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh.