Quotes About Truth

With Pauline at my side, in one swift act that could never be undone, an act that ended a thousand dreams but gave birth to one, I bolted for the cover of the forest and never looked back. Lest we repeat history, the stories shall be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever. —Morrighan Book of Holy Text, Vol. III

Maybe when you're about to die, secrets don't seem so important to keep.

Some truths refused to be hidden.

Truth was a harder skill to master than swinging a sword.

Deceit knew no boundaries.

The world would always know, even if men forgot.

Write it down, he had told me. Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten. And now we do, at least the parts we remember. —Greyson Ballenger, 14

The truth circled and gathered her into its arms.

But last night—I swallowed, remembering how they looked together when I went to check on Lia during the night. I had seen his hand resting on her bed and her hand curled over his. Both of them were asleep, peaceful. I backed out of the room quietly so they wouldn't see me. Maybe that was what had given me the courage to tell her the truth.

Just so we know we have the story straight you too are posing as husband and wife? No, we're not posing.

I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

Lest we repeat history, Let the stories be passed, From father to son, from mother to daughter, For with but one generation, History and truth are lost forever. —Song of Jezelia

The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won't force themselves upon you the way lies will.

Write it down," he had told me. "Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten" And now we do, at least the parts we remember

it wasn't good to dwell on maybes. Maybes could be twisted into things that never really existed. For

Mary E. Pearson

The thing about a mark is they've created lies in their head, a story they've invented that they desperately want to believe, a fantasy that merely needs to be fed.

Write it down, he had told me. Write down every word one you get there, Before the truth is forgotten And now we do, at least the parts we remember.

Lest we repeat history, let the stories be passed, from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.

It must be true then," I said. He smiled:"Must be, I'll show you one day".

A cunning liar who relies on the word of another? I suppose I should appreciate the colossal irony.

The ones who are innocent help because they trust us. And the ones who aren't so innocent pretend to trust us because they're afraid of looking guilty.

He sincerely believed that the closest one could come to objective truth was reading and listening and trying to understand as many viewpoints as possible.