Quotes About Truth

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

Then Henry speaks again. Did he do it? I turn to him slowly. Does it matter?

We all have stories we tell ourselves, until we believe them to be true.

Here are the things I know for sure: When you think you're right, you are most likely wrong. Things that break—be they bones, hearts, or promises—can be put back together but will never really be whole. And, in spite of what I said, you can miss a person you've never known. I learn this over and over again

As anyone who's ever contracted it knows, lies are an infectious disease. They slip under the almond slivers of your fingernails and into your bloodstream.

If there's a physical component to falling in love—the butterflies in your stomach, the roller coaster of your soul—then there's an equal physical component to falling out of love. It feels like your lungs are sieves, so you can't get enough air. Your insides freeze solid. Your heart becomes a tiny, bitter pearl, a chemical reaction to one irritating grain of truth.

You've seen those pictures of couples kissing in front of a Christmas tree, or clasping hands on their wedding day, or holding a newborn baby between them-a snapshot of joy. But what do you really know about them? Just that at the second the shutter clicked, they loved each other. You have no idea what trials came before, or after. You don't know if one of them cheated, if they grew apart, if a divorce loomed on the horizon. You simply see that in one static moment, they were happy.

People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.

Things don't always look as they seem.

Where is the line between keeping something private, and being dishonest?

What's shocking to you isn't that the justice system is flawed, Olivia. It's that you were naïve enough to believe all this time that it wasn't.

How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.

Surely she knows --like I do--that fairy tales are just stories. That happy endings aren't real.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.

Sometimes the hardest thing to hear is the truth.

She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.

Let no body lie you that there is a future other than a moment you are able to walk and talk.

How many years of fatigue and punishment it takes to learn the simple truth that work that disagreeable thing is the only way of not suffering in life or at all events of suffering less.

The three ordinary things that we often don't pay enough attention to, but which I believe are the drivers of all success, are hard work, perseverance, and basic honesty.

The search for the truth is the most important work in the whole world, and the most dangerous.

I can't be told life is beautiful through a normal positive thinking book or a Hallmark movie that language doesn't work for me.

Be careful with those who look you in the eye, and lie.