Quotes About Truth

Mitch's take on humanity had deteriorated to the point where he assumed someone was lying if her lips were moving.

The law is a fine thing, even when it's wrong.

Sometimes stories are just previews of coming truths.

Jane Austen was born before those bonds which (we are told) protected women from the truth were burst by the Brontës or elaborately untied by George Eliot.… Jane Austen may have been protected from truth: but it was precious little of truth that was protected from her." G.K. CHESTERTON

There are lots of people who rewrite their past and, what's more, believe it themselves. Now that is odd.

I've been the way he's being now, acting tough about things that really hurt me, and I can see right through to the truth.

In the end, the truth finds a way to surface, even if you don't want it to.

Reality is hard to see through the adrenaline rush of a new love. It's easy to project your hopes and dreams onto a relationship when it's new and exciting, but the truth is that it is only in knowing who you are at your core and staying true to yourself that you can possibly see the difference between passion and real love.

Whenever it feels uncomfortable to tell the truth, that's often the most important time to tell it.

But try not to let the "I" in iddiction speak too loudly, sweet Gomer girl. After all, "I" is smack-dab in the middle of lie. Instead, let your "I" be found where it should be—hidden in Chr-i-st!

In such a life, he thinks, there is a truth. You can be so cold that you can't get colder, so wet you can't become wetter. You can feel so deeply that you are saturated, numb but still intensely alert—beyond fear—as if living a memory. Beyond living, he thinks. Surviving.

In space, nobody could hear you scream; on the Internet, nobody could tell if you were lying.

When you have excluded the impossible, what remains, however improbable, must be the truth

She looked good in every shot, and not one of them had told the truth about the two of us, or about her, about who she was, or what she wanted, or who she'd been in love with. Not any more than my Instagram account told all of my truth, or Darshi's account, or Leela's.

She'd learned that his wife's real name was not Daisy. It was Diana, and, somehow, that unsettled her almost as badly as finding the picture had. It made her think that she was the rough-draft Diana, the one who got crumpled up and tossed in the trash, while his wife was the final version, the one who was beloved, cherished, marriage material.

Everyone deserves justice, I thought. Even people who lie. And everyone lies. Especially on social media, where there were lies of commission and lies of omission on everyone's page, woven into everyone's public presence.

When you have excluded the impossible, what remains, however improbable, must be the truth," my father called back.

Jenny Diski lies here. But tells the truth over there",' I instructed. 'Also, I'd like a dove, a winged angel, an anchor and an open book, properly carved on a nice piece of granite.

We learned that we are the stories we tell ourselves, and so we have to tell those stories with great care. Because whatever stories we tell ourselves, are true.

Son, hiding the truth is just the coward's way to lie.

The Truth part of the SET system is the most important and the most difficult for the borderline to accept since so much of his world excludes or rejects realistic consequences.

The truth is, we each of us have an inborn conviction that the whole world with everybody and everything in it, was created as a sort of necessary appendage to ourselves.

It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.

Ah, those foolish days, those foolish days when we were unselfish and pure-minded; those foolish days when our simple hearts were full of truth, and faith, and reverence! Ah, those foolish days of noble longings and of noble strivings! And oh, these wise, clever days when we know that money is the only prize worth striving for, when we believe in nothing else but meanness and lies, when we care for no living creature but ourselves!