Quotes About Truth

Mortals are liars,' the Unseelie queen says with a snort. 'That doesn't mean everything they say is a lie,' I return.

Stories tell a truth, if not precisely the truth.

Faeries despise humans as liars, but there are different kinds of lying.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Maybe he was more right than I wanted to believe.

He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.

ElfowiÄ™ sÄ… piÄ™kni, ale to piÄ™kno jest jak Å›cierwo zÅ'otego jelenia; pod skórÄ… rojÄ… siÄ™ z?erajÄ…ce padlinÄ™ robaki, gotowe w ka?dej chwili wypeÅ'zn?? na powierzchnie.

What happiness do you have? Rutting and breeding. You'd go mad if you accepted the truth of what you are. You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die some pointless and agonizing death.

He draws back. 'You really are beautiful,' he says. I am ever so glad to know that they cannot lie.

Listen," I say, my gaze going to the road, watching for headlights. "I don't know how long I have, but if Bogdana knows where you are, it's not safe. Fill your pockets with salt. Rowan berries will keep you from being glamoured by their magic. They hate cold-wrought iron. And they can't lie." I correct myself. "We. We can't lie.

Lying is so easy here. I can do it all day long and never be caught.

The more horrible the story, the more it is cherished. Faeries may not be able to lie, but stories grow here as they do anywhere, fed on ambition and envy and desire.

I want to tell you so many lies/

The mortals no longer want you.' Wren shook her head, because that couldn't be true. Her mother and father loved her. Her mother cut the crusts off her sandwiches and kissed her on the tip of her nose to make her giggle. Her father cuddled up with her to watch movies and then carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch. She knew they loved her. And yet the certainty with which Lord Jarel spoke plucked at her terror

I cannot lie. I cannot deny you.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties.

Even without liars, there can still be lies.

He reaches up and presses my hand to his face. 'It's funny, isn't it, how I mocked you for your mortality when you're certain to outlive me.' 'You're not going to die,' I insist. 'Oh, how many times have I wished that you couldn't lie? Never more than now.

Simple lies are always better than a complicated truth.

what's so great about lying is the not knowing.

For the first time, I see the panic on his face, the sort that he ought to have felt all along. Too late, and part of him knows it. But he denies it a moment later, the knowledge surfacing and being shoved back down. Some things seem too terrible to seem possible.

I promised he would be free from all this. I lied.

Widzisz, ?adna cz??? tej ba?ni nie by?a k?amstwem, cho? historia by?a zupe?nie nieprawdziwa.

Go ahead and tell them if you want, but you should know this—someone you trust has already betrayed you.

The most infuriating part was that she didn't have to mean it. She was mortal. She could lie. So why wouldn't she?