Quotes About Truth

His absence is time gained to spool my un-truths.

We believe in the wrong things. That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things.

Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom. I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to go the distance rather than just envy it. Don't speak unless you can improve on silence The truth is never as interesting as what people whisper about them It's because the dream is so perfect that I can walk away from it That blackness brought me out of the nightmare and into this morning's light

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies.

And once I'm pretending that's the truth, I figure it might as well be the truth.

But we had never gone out of our way to reveal ourselves, either. Instead, we'd let the facts speak for themselves.

I've never kissed anyone for real, in a romantic way, before. I hadn't lied to the drag-on lady. I don't think my pillow counts. (Should I confess this to Snarl in the notebook? Full disclosure, so he had a fair chance to run? (Nah.)

Sometimes attraction is the only truth serum you need.

I went along, thinking if we pretend all was well, there would come a moment when it would switch the groove from being a half lie to being a more-than-half truth, and then ultimately it would be the whole truth.

Why do you lie I ask her. To block the truth. Fair enough. Naomi goes on. Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.

They could pretend when they were alone. Lie to themselves about what this was between them. Hell, he could invent a million reasons why he'd stalked over and staked his claim here. But the truth lay behind the sound of her moan and Tyler's answering groan. Kissing Sherry wasn't about her damn rules. It wasn't to save his career. This woman was in his arms because he wanted her there.

The greatest act of love—indeed, the only religion she could comprehend—was to speak the truth about the world.

Life is muddy. Denying that—thinking there's only one noble path above the fray—can be a poisonous approach to life.

If a Jew tell a lie because the truth of his faith cannot be tolerated by those around him, shouldn't one then prosecute the world rather than the Jew?

Let me begin afresh. Perhaps, this time, to tell the truth. For in the biting hush of ink on paper, where truth ought raise its head and speak without fear, I have long lied.

I do not refute the divine, but only its false depiction, and my thinking is maligned by any who say otherwise.

Truth-telling is a luxury for those whose lives aren't at risk.

Yet will you love a woman, if she prizes truth over softness?

Where words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain, for they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

Let the pages burn, for such be the fate of the soul, that all our striving be dust, and none in the bright living world ever know truly what once lived and died in another heart. And let me dispense with my foolish dream of leaving the tracery of my thought whole, perhaps to be read in an age in which there is greater kindness. It is not such an age. Let the truth be ash.

She'd come here in order to be in a place where polite lies weren't possible

But it was her life rather than her words that gave the plainest counsel.

Ignorance is now your great enemy, and I do none any favor by flattering you that you are not ignorant.

Why, when the rabbis wished to understand God's will or Augustine the construction of man's soul, did they not reason as Descartes did, taking nothing as given? Must true inquiry proceed from texts and traditions already established, or could the mind on its own perceive all it needed to fathom the world? And which path of inquiry led more straightly to truth? The