Quotes About Truth

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!

I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

I am not what I am..

That he's mad, 'tis true, 'tis true 'tis pity, And pity 'tis, 'tis true —a foolish figure

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

Away and mark the time with fairest show, False face must hide what false heart doth know.

Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

Nothing that is so, is so.

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth. And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so, adieu, good madam; never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in. You rub the sore When you should bring the plaster.

My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason.