Quotes About Truth

They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.

Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really, I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth - it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.

Anytime somebody is absolutely certain about something, they are almost always absolutely wrong

Cualquiera puede ser encantador si no le importa mentir y decir todas las cosas estúpidas, obvias y nauseabundas que la conciencia suele reprimir en la mayoría de la gente. Por suerte, yo no tengo conciencia. Y las digo. -Dexter

This whole business of telling the truth just never seems to work without some kind of awkward unpleasantness.

Whoever claimed honesty is the best policy, or even a good one, clearly had very limited experience with the real world.

It was a little insulting to admit that a drooling dolt like Coulter might be right about something, but after all, Isaac Newton didn't reject gravity just because the apple had a low IQ.

But this left a very large question mark: Who was Chutsky, in fact, and how did I get his help? Did I need some cunning stratagem to bend him to my will, or would I have to resort to some form of the unprecedented uncomfortable unspeakable truth? The very thought of committing honesty made me tremble in every leaf and branch—it went against everything I had ever stood for. But there seemed no way out; I would have to be at least marginally truthful.

I think I have a right to know my husband killed somebody," Rita said. "And he's cheating on me?" she added, as if killing might be overlooked, but cheating was something truly despicable. It was not quite the proper order of our society's priorities as I had come to understand them, but this was not the time to debate contemporary ethical concepts.

And from what I know about people, it's possible that I should have felt a little guilt about the way I had manipulated Rita so completely. Or even better, maybe I should have turned to the camera to show my true villainy with a leer of wicked satisfaction. But there was no camera, as far as I knew, and I had, after all, manipulated Rita with the truth, for the most part. So I just held on to her and let her soak my shirt with tears, mucus, and who knows what else.

unknown to everyone but Deborah, I was a twisted homicidal sicko myself.

My story is simple, straightforward, and unassailable. I learned

My story is simple, straightforward, and unassailable. I

The real question at this point, and it was an awkward one, was how to tell Deborah that all this was happening because somebody had seen me in flagrante delicto.

But in all truth, it didn't matter, not even a little bit. It was just one more of the dozens of dopey contradictions making up the many-sided mess that was humanity, and all things considered, it was much less interesting than thinking about what Rita might have cooked for dinner.

Una delle poche, eterne verità sugli esseri umani è che quando qualcuno afferma di non essere addormentato, di non essere ricco e di non essere ubriaco, quasi certamente sta mentendo.

I do the math. On one side: Anderson, the entire police force, the media, and most likely the pope himself. On the other side, my innocence. This does not add up to a terribly encouraging bottom line.

And once again, I realized that it spoke the truth. I was hungry. Very hungry, in fact. I am blessed with a total lack of conscience, but my keen sense of hunger takes its place quite ably and keeps my feet on the proper trail. And with a jolt of guilt that very nearly approached panic, I realized I'd had no dinner. What had I been thinking? There was no excuse for such rash and careless behavior. Shame on Dexter.

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth—it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.

Jika memang itu kalimat buruk, tak peduli berapapun umurmu, tetap saja buruk

The teacher would want to discuss ways to help Cody make a happy accommodation to his new grade, and strategies for success in fitting in, and the teacher could not hear the truth, would not believe it even if I spoke in plain one-syllable rhyming words accompanied by bright crayon-colored illustrations. No teacher in any school in the Dade County public school system could ever understand the simple unvarnished truth.

It's like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is. And you already know that and it's like a game for you.

One of the few eternal truths about humans is that if someone says they aren't sleeping, they're not rich, or they're not drunk, they almost certainly are. But telling them so when they deny it is thankless, unpleasant, and sometimes dangerous. So I just smiled understandingly at Rita. "Of course you're not," I said. "So why do we have to move because Lily Anne is getting so big?