Quotes About Truth

Mas talvez nenhum pai consiga ver seus filhos de verdade. Quando olhamos, enxergamos apenas o espelho de nossas próprias falhas.

Later, I almost convinced myself it had not happened, that it had been a vivid dream, drawn from his descriptions and too much imagination. But that is not the truth.

The truth is, men make terrible pigs

Yüreklerimizde gerçekten ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

Is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

Dü?man?n? dinleme, demi?ti Odysseus bir keresinde bana. Onlara bak.Gördüklerin her ?eyi anlatacakt?r.

His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

Esa fue mi primera lección: bajo la apariencia plácida y familiar de las cosas, hay otra cara que aguarda el momento de romper el mundo en pedazos

bajo la apariencia plácida y familiar de las cosas, hay otra cara que aguarda el momento de romper el mundo en pedazos.

Il disait ce qu'il pensait, et jugeait perturbant que son interlocuteur n'en fasse pas autant. Certains auraient pu se méprendre et le trouver simplet. Mais ceux qui vont toujours directement au cœur des choses ne possèdent-ils pas une sorte de génie?

said what he meant; he was puzzled if you did not. Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

Je n'aurais pas été honnête de regretter ce qui m'avait donné la vie.

he said what he meant; he was puzzled if you did not. some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. but is it not a sort of genius to always cut to the heart?

Zwei Kinder hatte er gehabt, und keins davon hatte er klar erkannt. Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

Yes," he said. "That is how it works, Circe. I tell Father that my sorcery was an accident, he pretends to believe me, and Zeus pretends to believe him, and so the world is balanced. It is your own fault for confessing. Why you did that, I will never understand.

I would know it in dark, or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.

Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons." She places her fingers to my lips, stopping my objection. "It is truth," she says. "Let it stand, for once." Then she leads me to the side of her tent, helps me slip beneath the canvas. The last thing I feel is her hand, squeezing mine in farewell.

They never listened. The truth is, men make terrible pigs.

How many times would I have to learn? Every moment of my peace was a lie, for it came only at the gods' pleasure.

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

Cross your fingers, throw salt over your shoulder, knock on wood...simple folk remedies for unfortunate situations. Silly superstitions...but were they based in truth from a past long forgotten? I didn't know, but it wouldn't hurt to just do it and let the Universe do its job if it was of a mind to. Don't you think?

It doesn't matter what it looked like. What matters is the truth." (Mr. Peabody to Tommy)

There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out.

As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way…We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.