Quotes About Truth

Se ninguém entende ninguém, e ninguém nunca entenderá nada, jamis; esta é a prática verdade.

Writers are always selling somebody out.

Tell me what matters, BZ said. Nothing, Maria said.

I tell you this true story just to prove that I can. That my frailty has not yet reached a point at which I can no longer tell a true story.

I am what I am. To look for 'reasons' is beside the point.

Similarly, perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont; perhaps there never were flurries in the night wind, and maybe no one else felt the ground hardening and summer already dead even as we pretended to bask in it, but that was how it felt to me, and it might as well have snowed, could have snowed, did snow.

We tell each other stories in order to live.

There could be no snakes in Quintana Roo's garden. Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll.

If the dead were truly to come back, what would they come back knowing? Could we face them? We who allowed them to die?

You see the point. I want to tell you the truth, and already I have told you about the wide rivers.

There could be no snake in Quntana Roo's garden. Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll.

So the point of my keeping a notebook has never been, nor is it now, to have an accurate factual record of what I have been doing or thinking. That would be a different impulse entirely, an instinct for reality which I sometimes envy but do not possess.

Just so. I am what I am. To look for "reasons" is beside the point.

De ce trebuie s? ai mereu dreptate, îmi spunea el. N-a înÈ›eles vreodat? c? în mintea mea n-aveam niciodat? dreptate.

I myself have always found that if I examine something, it's less scary. I grew up in the West, and we always had this theory that if you saw - if you kept the snake in you eye line, the snake wasn't going to bite you. And that's kind of way I feel about confronting pain. I want to know where it is.

Devi avere sempre ragione? , ricordai che John diceva. Era una lamentela, un'accusa, parte di una contesa. Non aveva mai capito che dentro di me non avevo mai ragione.

Most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deception remains the most difficult deception.

That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.

There were, early on, certain aspects of this case that seemed not well handled by the police and prosecutors, and others that seemed not well handled by the press.

I am what I am. To look for «reasons» is beside the point.

Los recuerdos se borran, la memoria se adapta, la memoria se ajusta a lo que creemos recordar.

We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess is caged in the consulate. The man with the candy will lead the children into the sea. The naked woman on the ledge outside the window on the sixteenth floor is a victim of accidie, or the naked woman is an exhibitionist, and it would be "interesting" to know which.

we tell ourselves stories in order to live..

Why did I write it down? In order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it I wanted to remember? How much of it actually happened? Did any of it? Why do I keep a notebook at all? It is easy to deceive oneself on all those scores. The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.