Quotes About Truth

When I think it's good not to say the truth, I don't say anything. I don't like actors in general, they lie, they are liars, trust me.

As the nineteenth-century philosopher Henry David Thoreau put it, "All perception of truth is the detection of an analogy.

My very precious and relentlessly literal child, it's religion. It doesn't have to make sense.

We learned from her how to think for ourselves, how to jump eagerly into adventure and then get out of the scrapes it inevitably involves, how to get to the truth, and, perhaps most importantly, how to spin into action when things are not right.

They where like so many of the adults around us, content to pretend that all was well....but we knew better

I can't believe I said it out loud. The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don't feel free. I feel like shit.

There are worse things than a lie and there are better things than the truth!

Whatever is now covered up will be uncovered and every secret will be made known.

People aren't interested in the truth, Dafar. They're interested in what keeps them safe. They're interested in being looked after. They're interested in a tale being spun... Mighty men have moments of great despair that common people do not want to know about.

I don't say anything and he casually leans against my desk, picking up the novel that's sitting there. "It's bullshit," he tells me, flicking through it. "There's no such thing as Atticus Finch." I shrug. "It'd be nice if there was, though.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

It's my birthday today. I'm not 17 anymore. The 17 Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth. But what she failed to mention is that you keep on learning truths after 17 and I want to keep on learning truths till the day I die.

Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

I was wrong, I thought to myself. I honestly believed it. Not because Sister Louise told me or because she made me believe I was. I knew deep down that I was wrong and I think that my emancipation began at that moment.

Everyone else would have danced around the truth for too long a time. Lirah, was able to slap them in the face with it until it could be avoided no longer.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defense-less and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don't feel free. I feel like shit.

Beatriss looked away, fighting tears. She gripped their hands. "I'm forgetting what the truth is, friends," she said. "We were here, Lady Beatriss. We saw it all, so when you forget what the truth is, you come to us and we'll remind you.

as Froi crossed this icy tomb, it occurred to him that he might never see Lord August and Lady Abian again. That he had never told them the truth. Finn and Isaboe had taught him to love, but the village of Sayles had taught him to belong.

Webb read fantasy; Jude read realism

What is it with that argument? Why is it that you have to jump through hoops of fire to find out that someone's decent? The fact that someone is a bitch on the surface says heaps about them.

Because people aren't interested in the truth, Dafar. They're interested in what keeps them safe. They're interested in being looked after. They're interested in a tale being spun.

All they needed to do was look up close at what it was they were afraid of and they'd probably realise that it wasn't so frightening after all.

When she's gone, Tom dares to look at Sam and then the ultrasound photo again. "You've fathered the elephant man. Someone has to tell her.

I can't believe I said it out loud. The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don't feel free. I feel like shit.