Quotes About Truth

There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?" He

He'd told Jamie Fraser the truth—the whole bloody truth—and

Fraser was regarding him through narrowed eyes. He fought the urge to look away. It's the truth, he thought defiantly. What I told you is the truth. And now you know it. Yes, said Fraser's black gaze. You think I will live quietly with it?

Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie—and yet ye love me." I

There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think—but not for lies. I

She had decided simply to tell the truth, as far as who she was, and what she was doing there. Her mother had said how much she looked like her father; she would have to count on that resemblance to convince them. The Highlanders she had met so far were wary of her looks and strange speech; perhaps the Murrays wouldn't believe her. Then she remembered and touched the pocket of her coat; no, they'd believe her; she had proof, after all. A

Every legend has one foot on the truth.

She raised a thick, ruddy brow at him. "You never heard of benign hypocrisy? I thought they teach you stuff like that when you go to minister school. Since you mention gassing away about morality. That's a minister's job, too, isn't it?

Thus invited, I could hardly not look at him. And in all truth, I wanted to, out of simple curiosity. He was trim and lightly built, but muscular and solid. A little softness at the waist, but no fat—and softly furred with vigorous blond hair, darkening to brown at his crutch. It was a warrior's body; I was well acquainted with those.

what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

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speak as ye find and let the devil listen.

the truth is the truth, and people should take responsibility for their own actions

I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last night with the Ã¢â'¬Â¦ er Ã¢â'¬Â¦ actuality of the experience?

His own words brought back to him the letters he had written now and then. The phantoms, as he thought of them: letters he'd written to Jamie Fraser—honest, conversational, heartfelt, and very real. No less real because he'd burned them all.

Ye dinna want to believe in witches and zombies and things that go bump in the night?" she said, with a small, sly smile at me. She nodded at the centipede, struggling round and round in frenzied, lopsided circles. "Well, legends are many-legged beasties, aye? But they generally have at least one foot on the truth." She

Is it true - that I won't forget? He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. Aye, that's true, he said softly. But it's true, too, that it willna matter after a time.

To know something was one thing - to be told another entirely. But I knew that

Perhaps Raymond was right, she added in a softer tone; it's only the essence of a thing that counts. When time strips everything else away, it's only the hardness of the bone that's left.

I don't," he said bluntly. "But I saw that fiction"—he pronounced the word gingerly, as though it were something dangerous—"is perhaps not, as I had thought, merely an inducement to idleness and wicked fancy.

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to dying. Had expected it from the moment that he'd blurted out, "I have had carnal knowledge of your wife." The only question in his mind had been whether Fraser would shoot him, stab him, or eviscerate him with his bare hands.

I kept thinking—how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John—will ye know about John?

If thee thinks the spirit of God is necessarily logical, thee know Him better than I do." She

They have neither the skills nor the interest to become arbiters of truth and decency for society as a whole. How could they be expected to solve the problem that even the organs of democracy couldn't?