Quotes About Truth

The ugly truth is revealed that fear is the foundation of obedience.

Comme dit Kinglake : un examen si minutieux qu'il finit par placer un objet sous un angle de vision mensonger est un plus mauvais guide qu'un rapide coup d'oeil qui embrasse les choses dans leurs justes proportions.

Art is to beauty what honour is to honesty, an unnatural allotropic form.

Because, wherever I have looked, I see that all things are perpetually referred to an eternal standard of fitness, and that right triumphs over wrong, truth over falsehood, beauty over ugliness. Fitness is the general expression! Judged by this standard art and honour have little value.

we must observe the march of Facts. Over stony roads, through the defiles of thorny and rock-clad hills, across ochre deserts baking in the sun, the weary, sullen caravan of Facts kept pertinaciously jogging along.

The plain people were busy getting their daily bread. They had no time to listen to all the frantic pleadings and protests which arose. One tale was good until another was told, and probably both were untrue and certainly very difficult to understand.

I had no idea in those days of the enormous and unquestionably helpful part that humbug plays in the social life of great peoples.

rebuked his son Oskar for waking him at seven to tell him the news: "Why did you want to wake me up an hour earlier? It would still have been true at eight." And with this he went to sleep again till his usual calling-time.

Los cuadros de bajas expuestos en el capítulo titulado «Estadística sangrienta» muestran la falsedad de esta impresión. Sir Douglas Haig no fue bien servido en esta ocasión por su Servicio de Información del Gran Cuartel General196 la tendencia a decirle a un jefe de elevada situación solo las cosas que gusta de oír es una de las explicaciones más corrientes de una dirección

No community embarks on a great enterprise without fortifying itself with the belief that from some points of view its motives are lofty and disinterested. It is an involuntary tribute, the humble tribute of imperfect beings, to the eternal temples of Truth and Beauty.

This truth is incontrovertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of pick themselves up and hurt off as if nothing had happened

It is not every councillor who, like the Bastard in 'King John,' will say to his sovereign: 'But if you be afeared to hear the worst, Then let the worst unheard fall on your head.

When the notes of life ring false, men should correct them by referring to the tuning-fork of death. It is when that clear menacing tone is heard that the love of life grows keenest in the human heart.

Such was the picture presented to the public, and such was the mood which ruled. It was not however entirely in accordance with the facts; and facts, especially in war, are stubborn things.

Sin embargo, ninguna de estas alternativas, tomadas por separado, eran ciertas; aunque, tomadas en conjunto, hubiese cierto punto de verdad en ambas.

Buscar sinceridad en unas memorias carece de sentido. Mejor sería preguntarse qué versión de uno mismo y del mundo ha escogido el autor, dado que siempre hay posibilidad de elegir.

All truth is fiction, really, for the teller tells it as he sees it, and it might be different from some other teller.

When it comes to the crunch, coming out is the greatest of all confessions. Nothing is more difficult to acknowledge. When we become ourselves we reach right back to the time when we were conceived out of our parents' passion. We murder their lives. There can never be any forgiveness.

Listen, nitwit, what good will it do you to know whether I am sincere or insincere? What does this have to do with whether or not my thoughts are right? I can utter a soaring truth insincerely and say the stupidest thing sincerely. Learn to judge the thought independently of who says it or how.

Daj mi teraz marzy?, daj - i ju? nikt nie wie, co jest realne, a czego w ogóle nie ma, gdzie prawda, gdzie zÅ'uda, co siÄ™ czuje, czego siÄ™ nie czuje, gdzie naturalno??, a gdzie sztuczno??, zgrywa i to, co powinno by?, miesza siÄ™ z tym, co nieubÅ'agane jest, i jedno i drugie dyskwalifikuje, jedno drugiemu odbiera wszelkÄ… racjÄ™ bytu, o, wielka szkoÅ'o nierzeczywistoÅ›ci.

It seems to me that here, accidentally, I have betrayed the greatest and ultimate secret of style: we have to know how to delight in the word. If literature generally dares to speak, it is not at all because it is certain of its truth, but only because it is certain of its delight.

Truth does not make itself real in an abstract contest of ideas, but in a collision of persons. Being condemned to read a fair amount of books filled only with arguments, I know what truth severed from the person is: a laborious truth. And that is why I turn to you with the plea: Do not allow an idea to grow in you at the price of your personality.

An excessive respect for scientific truth has obscured our own truth. In our eagerness to understand reality, we forget that we are not here to understand reality, but only to express it. We, art, are reality. Art is a fact and not commentary attached to fact.