Quotes About Truth

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She's hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world. to know that something right happened, and to know that it had happened not through luck or command but simply because it was right.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it's been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

The words that matter always stay.

And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

I am so used to hints and mixed messages, saying things that might mean what they sort of sound like they mean. Games and contests, roles and rituals, talking in twelve languages at once so the true words won't be so obvious. I am not used to a plainspoken, honest truth.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.

There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic nor popular - but one must take it because it is right.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

yarn, n. Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once. Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day's petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eights-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn't have to be true.

You see, Dash -- I was never the girl in your head. And you were never the boy in my head. I think we both knew that. It's only when we try to make the girl or boy in our head real that the true trouble comes. I did that with Carlos, and it was a bad failure. Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

What's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

i have no idea what truth has to do with love, and vice versa. i'm not even thinking in terms of love here. it's way, way, way early for that. but i guess i am thinking in terms of truth. i want this to be truthful. and even as i protest to tiny and i protest to myself, the truth is becoming increasingly clear. it's time for us to figure out how the hell this is ever going to work.

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

In the darkest part of our hearts, we used to think that maybe they were right. We don't think that anymore.