Quotes About Truth

People are more slothful than timid. Their greatest fear is the heavy burden that uncompromising honesty and nakedness of speech and action would lay on them.

Sincerity is only as good as what we are sincere about.

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.

THE RANGER'S VOW LOYAL, BRAVE, KIND AND TRUE— KEEPER OF THE OLD AND NEW— I GUARD THE WILD, DEFEND THE WEAK, MARK THE PATH, AND VIRTUE SEEK. FOREST SPIRITS HEAR ME NOW AS I SPEAK MY RANGER'S VOW.

God says in Jeremiah 6:14: They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. 'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace.

We are only as sick as our secrets. The

The secret of survival is a defective imagination. The inability of mortals to imagine things as they truly are is what allows them to live, since one momentary, unresisted glimpse of the world's totality of suffering would annihilate them on the spot, like a whiff of the most lethal sewer gas.

I shall strip away layer after layer of grime -- the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a lifetime of dissembling -- until I come to the very thing itself and know it for what it is. My soul. My self.

This is the only way another creature can be known: on the surface, that's where there is depth.

When you have once seen the chaos, you must make some thing to set between yourself and that terrible sight; and so you make a mirror, thinking that it shall be reflected the reality of the world; but then you understand that the mirror reflects only appearances, and that reality is somewhere else, off behind the mirror; and then you remember that behind the mirror there is only the chaos.

The past, I mean the real past, matters less than we pretend.

The world is always ready to be amazed, but the self, that lynx-eyed monitor, sees all the subterfuges, all the cut corners, and is not deceived.

And anyway, who's to say that what we see when we're drunk is not reality, and the sober world a bleared phantasmagoria

This is the only way another creature can be known: on the surface, that's where there is depth.

She trained her camera on a fresh-faced hopeful but the pictures she produced were the mug-shots of a raddled old confidence trickster. Exposed, yes, that is the word

wanted to tell her about the blade of sunlight cleaving the velvet shadows of the public urinal that post-war spring afternoon in Regensburg, of the incongruous gaiety of the rain shower that fell the day of my father's funeral, of that last night with Boy when I saw the red ship under Blackfriars Bridge and conceived of the tragic significance of my life: in other words, the real things; the true things.

Encline aux vérités qui tuent, elle n'avait nulle intention de blesser.

To do the worst thing, the very worst thing, that's the way to be free. I would never again need to pretend to myself to be what I was not.

The policeman insists that there be a plot. However, life itself is plotless.

ineluctable laws of which were everywhere at work. This gnosis

Others live for the lie of love; Echo lives for her lovely lies, loves for their livening.

There is no way to master the fact with which I live.

The story of your life is not your life. It is your story.

people still fall in love, and out, yes, in and out, and out and in, and they please each other, and hurt each other, isn't that the truth, and they do these things in more or less conventionally dramatic fashion, unfashionable or not, go on, I'm going, and what goes on between them is still not only the most interesting but the most important thing in the bloody murderous world