Quotes About Truth

The truth can be painful, but it can also be liberating. It can set us free from the shadows of the past, and help us to move forward, with hope and with purpose. We must be willing to confront the truth, and to use it as a source of strength and inspiration in our lives. (Kneubuhl 78)

We must honor the memory of those who have passed on, by seeking the truth, by speaking the truth, and by bringing justice to those who have been wronged. We must never forget the impact of our actions, both good and bad, and strive to make a positive difference in the lives of those around us." (Kneubuhl 124)

Whatever people say about the General today, I can only testify that he was a sincere man who believed in everything he said, even if it was a lie, which makes him not so different from most.

Every paranoid person is right at least once, said the tall sergeant. When he dies.

Some might say I was seeing things, but the true optical illusion was in seeing others and oneself as undivided and whole, as if being in focus was more real than being out of focus. We thought our reflection in the mirror was who we truly were, when how we saw ourselves and how others saw us was often not the same. Likewise,

There is always something. That is confession's nature.

All sorts of situations exist where one tells lies in order to reach an acceptable truth, and our conversation continued thus until we agreed on the mutually acceptable sum of ten thousand dollars, which, if being only half what I asked for, was twice their original offer. After the representative wrote a new check, I signed the documents and we traded farewell pleasantries that were worth as little as the trading cards of unknown baseball players.

Stories are just things we fabricate, nothing more. We search for them in a world beside our own, then leave them here to be found, garments shed by ghosts.

He's the best thing that could have happened to us, I said. And that was no lie. It was, instead, the best kind of truth, the one that meant at least two things.

I was not a bastard, I was not, I was not, I was not, unless, somehow, I was.

Telling what must not be told is one of the writer's primary tasks. It is also a difficult and dangerous one.

But in the month when this confession begins, my way of seeing the world still seemed more of a virtue than a danger, which is how some dangers first appear.

And authenticity's important. Not that authenticity beats imagination. The story still comes first. The universality of the story has to be there. But it doesn't hurt to get the details right.

How could I forget that every truth meant at least two things, that slogans were empty suits draped on the corpse of an idea?

I liked my scotch undiluted, like I liked my truth. Unfortunately, undiluted truth was as affordable as eighteen-year-old single malt scotch. What about those who have not learned the best of what was thought and said?

he was a sincere man who believed in everything he said, even if it was a lie, which makes him not so different from most.

Like most people, he believed that lies, no matter how often you told them, never became truth.

The open secret of the clock, naked for all to see, was that we were only going in circles. After

The problem is that those who insist on their innocence believe anything they do is just. At least we who believe in our own guilt know what dark things we can do.

The truth, in this case, was that at least a million people were working or had worked for the Americans in one capacity or another,

Ah contradiction! The perpetual body odor of humanity!

Whatever people say about the General today. I can only testify that he was a sincere man who believed in everything he said, which makes him not so different than most.

What drives a fourteen-year-old to swear a blood oath to a blood brother? And more important, what makes a grown man believe in that oath? Should not the things that count, like ideology and political belief, the ripe fruit of our adulthood, matter more than the unripe ideals and illusions of youth? Let me propose that truth, or some measure of it, can be found in these youthful follies that we forget, to our loss, as adults.

We thought our reflection in the mirror was who we truly were, when how we saw ourselves and how others saw us was often not the same. Likewise, we often deceived over selves when we thought we saw ourselves most clearly.