Quotes About Truth

Only in a perfect flight from nothingness is Being to be found in all its purity. —St. Bonaventura

I am not free. I never was, but now I know it; and that makes it different.

Diga-me por que você prefere a mim — pediu — Doente e mesquinha do jeito que eu sou. — Não consigo explicar com exatidão — Na verdade, não saberia explicar nem mesmo parcialmente; era um mistério. Ainda assim, era a verdade, sentia-o dentro de si.

in Phyllis' world there was no room for the harmless.

At least that was what she had told me. You never know with women. What they tell you and what they don't tell you is a very long bridge across a very wide river with all kinds of fish.

Being a practiced liar doesn't mean you have a powerful imagination. Many good liars have no imagination at all; it's that which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction.

Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.

You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true !

She shook her head and whispered, No. No! That can't be true. Impossible! You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

That's what you are. Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature.

many good liars have no imagination at all its which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction

She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer. When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once.

It was difficult to tell them the truth when a lie would have been so much easier for them to understand.

How can knowing something be sinful?

I bet you could catch bullets," she said, and threw the stick away. "How do you do that?" "By not being human," he said. "That's why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs. We can see in a way humans have forgotten. But you know about this; you can understand the symbol reader.

Who are you? the woman said at last. Lyra Silver— No, where d'you come from? What are you? How do you know things like this? Wearily Lyra sighed; she had forgotten how roundabout Scholars could be. It was difficult to tell them the truth when a lie would have been so much easier for them to understand.

There is time, and there is beyond time. History belongs to time, but truth belongs to what is beyond time. In writing of things as they should have been, you are letting truth into history. You are the word of God.

Eve was tempted not by wealth or love but by knowledge.

Lyra learns to her great cost that fantasy isn't enough. She has been lying all her life, telling stories to people, making up fantasies, and suddenly she comes to a point where that's not enough. All she can do is tell the truth. She tells the truth about her childhood, about the experiences she had in Oxford, and that is what saves her. True experience, not fantasy - reality, not lies - is what saves us in the end.

We've heard them all talk about Dust, and they're so afraid of it, and you know what? We believed them, even though we could see that what they were doing was wicked and evil and wrong... We thought Dust must be bad too, because they were grown up and they said so. But what if it isn't? What if it's—' She said breathlessly, 'Yeah! What if it's really good...

Mr. Scoresby...told me there were truthtellers, and they needed to know what the truth was, so as to tell it. And there were liars, and they needed to know what the truth was, so they could change it or avoid it. And there were bullshitters, who didn't care about the truth at all. They weren't interested. What they spoke wasn't the truth and it wasn't lies; it was bullshit. All they were interested in was their own performance.

Nothing is just anything.

It was nothing more than what it was.