Quotes About Truth

Pay attention when someone gets mad, that's when their true colors show.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart, Just be true to who you are.

I've grown certain that the root of all fear is that we've been forced to deny who we are.

There is a source of incredible power within you. When you discover the truth of who you are, connect with it and embrace it, this truth can empower you to achieve major positive and lasting life changes.

I guess I was so blinded by who I wanted you to be, that I didn't see who you really were.

For, medicine being a compendium of the successive and contradictory mistakes of medical practioners, when we summon the wisest of them to our aid, the chances are that we may be relying on a scientific truth the error of which will be recognised in a few years' time. So that to believe in medicine would be the height of folly, if not to believe in it were not greater folly still, for from this mass of errors there have emerged in the course of time many truths.

Facts do not find their way into the world in which our beliefs reside; they did not produce our beliefs, they do not destroy them; they may inflict on them the most constant refutations without weakening them, and an avalanche of afflictions or ailment succeeding one another without interruption in a family will not make it doubt the goodness of its God or the talent of its doctor.

I had been mistaken in thinking that I could see clearly into my own heart.

the purpose of life now appeared to me as the pursuit not of truth but of loving-kindness, and

We lie all our life long, especially indeed, perhaps only, to those people who love us.

We come to its aid; we falsify it by memory and by suggestion;

The most mysterious, most simple, most atrocious revealed herself in the answer which she made me with an air of disgust and the exact words to tell the truth I could not quite make out (even the opening words, for she did not finish her sentence). I succeeded in establishing them only a little later when I had guessed what was in her mind. We hear things retrospectively when we have understood them

Yes, I have been forced to whittle down the facts, and to be a liar, but it is not one universe, but millions, almost as many as the number of human eyes and brains in existence, that awake every morning.

that men can be being sincere with their friends, and even with themselves, when they speak warmly of a woman's kindness to them, even though, to tell the truth, their relationship is undermined secretly, in a way they do not confess to others or which is revealed involuntarily in response to questions, to inquiries, by a painful anxiety.

Me vuelvo hacia mi alma. Ella es la que tiene que dar con la verdad.

at that time I still supposed that it was by means of words that one communicated the truth to others.

Cuál puede ser ese desconocido estado que no trae consigo ninguna prueba lógica, sino la evidencia de su felicidad, y de su realidad junto a la que se desvanecen todas las restantes realidades?

We can remember the truth because it bears a name, has roots in the past, but an improvised lie is quickly forgotten.

the fact was that I had recognized it as having been mentioned to me as a remarkable work by the teacher or friend who appeared to me at that period to hold the secret of the truth and beauty half sensed, half incomprehensible, the knowledge of which was the goal, vague but permanent, of my thoughts.

In my adolescence, when I believed exactly what I was told, doubtless, on hearing the German Government protest its good faith, I should have been inclined to believe it, but now for a long time I had realised that our thoughts do not always correspond with our words.

Swann immediately recognized this statement as one of those fragments of true fact with which liars, when caught unprepared, console themselves by introducing into the composition of the falsehood they are inventing,

I had only an imperfect understanding of the nature to which I was bound, whereas today I know the truth about it, at least from a subjective point of view. As for its objective truth, that is, whether these semi-hidden intuitions were any better than my reasoning at capturing Albertine's real intentions, and whether I was right to trust to my nature or whether it did not in fact distort Albertine's intentions instead of clarifying them, is difficult for me now to say.

With Albertine, I felt that I would never learn anything, would never succeed in unraveling this tangled multiplicity of authentic details and untruthful facts. And that it would always be thus, unless I were to put her in prison (but people escape) up until the end.