Quotes About Truth

You have to drag them into the light.

Humans looked at the stars and they wished and they dreamed. He looked at the stars and knew they didn't matter. The stars were just chunks of glass in the black sky. No, the stars were meaningless.

You think you know someone," she whispered. "You think you understand a person, then you find out all the secrets and lies. So many secrets." Sadness pulled at her. "Do we ever really know anyone? Or do we just know what people want us to believe?

Her lips were soft, the caress so very light. Intimate. Loving. I love her. He realized the truth in that instant. It wasn't just an obsession. Not for him. He wanted her safe. He wanted her happy. And he never wanted her to fear monsters in the world ever again.

You might think you can trust someone, but you can't. People lie. They deceive.

Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules? Clara: Because I love you.

You can't take away knowledge, and it's dangerous to pretend you never had it.

For Girard, however, literature is more than a record of historical truth, it is the archive of self-knowledge.

A secret is a burden. It's exhausting, a lie.

Just because other people think something, that doesn't make it true. Maybe there's some truth in that, but it's unsatisfying, bitter-tasting truth.

People say it's better to know the truth, but what if the ending's a bad one? Is it still better to know? Or is it kinder to keep that string of hope dangling? To believe that maybe if you just wait long enough, everything could still end the way you want.

I)t's just as important to show the hard things in the world as it is to show the beautiful ones. Even in the midst of horrible things, there are little bits of wonder, and all of it's true.

All she had to do was tell the truth. This would be easy. I should've known, though. Real truth is never easy" -Lily

Leaving out isn't the same as lying.

Just because other people think something, that doesn't make it true.

Lie, illusion, deception, she said--was that it truly, the universal language we all speak?

Everything is a dangerous drug except reality, which is unendurable.

It is seldom that any judge really gets to the bottom of a case. The well of truth is usually too deep for the merely judicial plumb-line.

Daily he was called upon to solve the insoluble, to divine the truth between competing perjuries, to apportion derisory incomes among innumerable creditors,

Surely we are all mad people, and they Whom we think are, are not;

Men will clutch illusions when they have nothing else to hold onto.

And when people cease to believe that there is good and evil, Only beauty will call to them and save them So that they will know how to say: this is true and that is false.

The work of human thought should withstand the test of brutal, naked reality. If it cannot, it is worthless. Probably only those things are worthwhile which can preserve their validity in the eyes of a man threatened with instant death.

Horror is the law of the world of living creatures, and civilization is concerned with masking that truth. Literature and art refine and beautify, and if they were to depict reality naked, just as everyone suspects it is (although we defend ourselves against that knowledge), no one would be able to stand it.