Quotes About Truth

Owen Meany, who rarely wasted words and who had the conversation-stopping habit of dropping remarks like coins into a deep pool of water … remarks that sank, like truth, to the bottom of the pool where they would remain, untouchable … Owen said to me once, "YOUR MOTHER IS SO SEXY, I KEEP FORGETTING SHE'S ANYBODY'S MOTHER.

Then he looked only at me. "YOU'RE GETTING SMALLER, BUT I CAN STILL SEE YOU!" said Owen Meany. Then

Autobiography just isn't good or bad enough to work as fiction… Unrevised, real life is just a mess.

It's a good job to lose!" Jack called after them, but they kept walking. He was so bad as Melody, even Wild Bill Vanvleck would have made him repeat the line. The point was—he wasn't acting. It was as if he'd forgotten how! Jack still knew his lines, but he was out of character. He had a sister, and he loved her; she'd said she loved him, too. Jack had stopped acting. He was just Jack Burns—the real Jack Burns at last.

When the deranged rooster crowed a third time, his crowing was cut off mid-squawk. "There, that does it," Miriam said. "No more heralding of a false dawn, no more untruthful messengers.

Some unexplainable things are real.

living in a world where nothing bears out in practice what it promises incipiently." I

Unrevised, real life is just a mess.

for had the boy seen what Lindberg meant by a personalized version of Alice's Rose of Jericho, he might have realized that there were other things that were not as they seemed.

Things often are as they appear.

When you write vaguely, you are always vulnerable.

Listen, Jaye. When a man of advancing years tells you something is true, either believe him, or nod politely. The last thing you want to do is shake his faith in his omniscience. – Varner Hilts

Ware's—in the Gazette, and I'll continue to do

What was true was what was believed, and what was believed was true. And when the bubbles burst, what had once been believed and was therefore true was no longer believed and therefore no longer true. The

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.

No estoy seguro de nada excepto de la santidad del afecto del Corazón y la verdad de la Imaginación. Aquello que la imaginación capta como Belleza ha de ser verdad, haya existido antes o no.

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away The comfortable green and juicy hay From human pastures; or, O torturing fact! Who, through an idiot blink, will see unpack'd Fire-branded foxes to sear up and singe Our gold and ripe-ear'd hopes.

De nada tengo certeza sino de la santidad de los afectos del corazón y de la verdad de la imaginación.

O aching time! O moments big as years! All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth