Quotes About Truth

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

Maybe a mother wasn't what she seemed to be on the surface.

You can't be real, Delilah murmurs. Says who? I ask. Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours.

Witness testimony is always flawed. It's better than circumstantial evidence, sure, but people aren't camcorders; they don't record every action and reaction, and the very act of remembering involves chosing words, actions and images. In other words, any witness who was supposed to be giving a court facts is really just giving them a version of fiction.

When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

There are two reasons not to tell the truth--becuase lying will get you what you want, and because lying will keep someone from getting hurt.

People believed what they wanted to believe, no matter what was right in front of their eyes.

It's not that he doesn't love you enough to tell you the truth, she said. It's that he loves you too much to risk it.

Cara: I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn't mean you're fearless. It just means you fear different things.

I found plain truth very interesting.

Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who believed whatever my mother said was one hundred percent true and right without looking hard enough to see the hairline crack.

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

Only the liar knows he's lying

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. "You haven't seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I'm not the great love of his life, the one he'll never forget." "You are to me," I say.

Lie to yourself until it's true.

The truth has teeth.

What if what you know isn't what people want to hear?