Quotes About Truth

We're gods, not saints. Everyone lies. Everyone cheats. Everyone scores off everyone else.

It all begins so hopefully, but these Worlds we build for ourselves are all just castles in the sand, waiting for the evening tide.

All schools have their skeletons. St Oswald's is no exception. Most of the time, we try our best to keep them in the closet. But this time, the only recourse we have is to throw open all the closets, light as many bulbs as we can and catch the vermin as it comes out.

Azok, akik szerint a szavaknak nincs hatalmuk, nincsenek tisztában a szavak természetével. A jól irányzott szavak véget vethetnek egy uralkodó rendszernek, vallást alapíthatnak vagy háborút indíthatnak. A szavak a hazugságok pásztorai, sorainkból a legjobbakat máglyára küldhetik.

The road to adulthood is filled with contradictions, and I was still young enough to half believe the lies with which that road is paved.

No one sees clearly during a war. History gives perspective

I happen to know that history is nothing but a spin and metaphor, which is what all yarns are made up of, when you strip them down to the underlay. And what makes a hit or a myth, of course, is how that story is told, and by whom.

Quem não sabe que ao pé de cada bandeira grande, pública, ostensiva, há muitas vezes várias outras bandeiras modestamente particulares, que se hasteiam e flutuam à sombra daquela, e não poucas vezes lhe sobrevivem? Mal

Nada tenho que ver com a ciência; mas, se tantos homens em quem supomos juízo são reclusos por dementes, quem nos afirma que o alienado não é o alienista?

As you may have guessed already, Peter had a soul that was always telling itself lies. When he was frightened, his soul told itself, I'm not frightened. And when something mattered that he couldn't control, Peter's soul told itself, it doesn't matter. So while I trained my ears and tired to listen hard to him, I couldn't always make out where he was, or what he felt. And so each time he let Wendy come a little closer, I didn't see what it meant, or how it would end.

Some lessons can't be taught, they simply have to be learned.

Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.

When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there.

There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth.

Just because you keep something a secret doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

Lie to yourself until it's true.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

There were lies we told to save ourselves, and then there were lies we told to rescue others. What counted more, the mistruth, or the greater good?

You can believe something really hard,' Faith says, 'and still be wrong.

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.