Quotes About Truth

That woman was always very good at not seeing what was in front of her. In my experience, people who lie to themselves long enough don't even know when they're blind.

We lie to each other all the time. Whatever we say, it doesn't mean anything." "I'll believe you," she said.

It's been my experience that people who make proclamations about themselves are usually the opposite of what they claim to be.

SO LET IT BE IN GOD'S OWN MIGHT WE GIRD US FOR THE COMING FIGHT, AND, STRONG IN HIM WHOSE CAUSE IS OURS, IN CONFLICT WITH UNHOLY POWERS, WE GRASP THE WEAPONS HE HAS GIVEN, THE LIGHT AND TRUTH AND LOVE OF HEAVEN. John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)

For the truth is we can teach our daughters and take them to Sunday school and a healthy church—all important things—but spiritual growth happens through our example and what goes on in our homes on a day-to-day basis in the

Life's major pursuit is not knowing self . . . but knowing God. . . . Unless God is the major pursuit of our lives, all other pursuits are dead-end streets, including trying to know ourselves. CHARLES R. SWINDOLL (B. 1934)

In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground—or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold.

Jackson," he mused. "Not a name either one of you was born to." Lizzie answered, "No. But beyond a certain point, names become accessories. We swap them out as needed, for the sake of peace. You understand?" "I understand. Though I disagree. Names aren't hats to change a look, or a suit to be swapped at a whim. Words mean things." "Then we must agree to disagree.

Sometimes, everyone is right. Not always and not even usually, but once in a while, everyone is right.

The distance between an honest Christian mystic and a fortune-teller is sometimes less than half a whisper. Less than a pot of tea or the space between two book covers.

I shrugged. "Sometimes things sound easy because they are easy." "And sometimes things that sound easy only sound that way because you're completely fucking delusional," she

He found it virtually impossible to pretend to the niceties that served as social lubricant for the masses. He did not like all the runaround and flowery difficulty that accompanied even the simplest transactions. Why couldn't everyone just say what they meant? Why did they need to couch everything so cautiously? The truth should always be enough, regardless of its delivery.

Many monsters lose their power to frighten, when they're dragged out into the morning.

Your inner voice is the voice of truth within your heart.

The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones. They erode our strength, our self-esteem, our very foundation.

real life can be fascinating, it isn't as marketable as a tale with a plot.

We are all entitled to our opinions and religious beliefs, but we are not entitled to make shit up and then use the shit we made up to oppress other people.

God is not a granter of wishes. God is a ruthless bitch.

If there's one thing I believe more than I believe anything else, it's that you can't fake the core. The truth that lives there will eventually win out. It's a god we must obey, a force that brings us all inevitably to our knees.

And if there's one thing I believe more than I believe anything else, it's that you can't fake the core. The truth that lives there will eventually win out.

As close as we'd been when we were together, we were closer in our unraveling, telling each other everything at last, words that seemed to us might never have been spoken between two human beings before, so deep we went, saying everything that was beautiful and ugly and true.

She tried to think of what to say to make it all better again, or at least the way it was before she'd made her confession, though she didn't regret having confessed. Perhaps that was what had been wrong with her all along. Now that the lie wasn't between them anymore, maybe she could love him again.

They realized that, in fact, the lie wasn't safe. That it threatened their existence more profoundly than the truth did.

Not because I couldn't find God, but because suddenly I absolutely did: God was there, I realized, and God had no intention of making things happen or not, of saving my mother's life. God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.