Quotes About Truth

At this point in the course, everyone in the room despised Akiko, but suddenly he admired her courage to think so differently and to suggest such a difficult truth. He felt lucky to be at a university and not in most other settings, where the person in charge was always right. Nevertheless, until he really listened to Akiko disagree with the professor, he had not thought for himself fully, and it had never occurred to him to disagree in public.

Her mother was unrecognizable to her; it would have been easy to say that the illness had changed her, but it wasn't so simple, was it? Illness and dying had revealed her mother's truer thoughts, the ones her mother had been protecting from her.

Yoseb read three or four papers to glean some truth from the gaps and overlaps.

Sunja was a pragmatic woman, but even she thought Hansu was unusually cruel. The more she got to know this man, the more she realized that the man she'd loved as a girl was an idea she'd had of him – feelings without any verification.

It was his way to ask many questions when he wanted to know someone's mind. Most people told you their thoughts in words and later confirmed them in actions. There were more people who told the truth than those who lied. Very few people lied well. What was most disappointing to him was when a person turned out to be no different than the next.

was his way to ask many questions when he wanted to know someone's mind. Most people told you their thoughts in words and later confirmed them in actions. There were more people who told the truth than those who lied. Very few people lied well.

Beyond the dailiness, there had been moments of shimmering beauty and some glory, too, even in this ajumma's life. Even if no one knew, it was true.

He didn't want to play this stupid game where they wouldn't talk about what was real.

Are you dying?" she asked. "It's prostate cancer. I have very good doctors. I don't think I'll die of this. Not very soon, anyway." "You lied then." "No Sunja, we're all dying." She felt angry with him for lying, but she felt grateful, too. She had loved him, and she could not bear the thought of him being gone from this life.

But here's the truth: There's no such thing as a benevolent leader.

You knew because you wanted to live. I want to live, too, and if I want to live, I have to know things others don't.

The more she got to know this man, the more she realized that the man she'd loved as a girl was an idea she'd had of him - feelings without any verification.

Most people told you their thoughts in words and later confirmed them in actions. There were more people who told the truth than those who lied.

You're a young man, and someone should tell you the real truth about this country. Japan is not fucked because it lost the war or did bad things. Japan is fucked because there is no more war, and in peacetime everyone actually wants to be mediocre and is terrified of being different.

If you want to realize yourselves all your pet illusions must be unmasked.

The funny thing about memory is that it can't be fully trusted, and yet, in the end, it's the only truth we have.

On 'The Office ' so much of the show is about disguising your true feelings and your romantic feelings because it was a mock documentary.

That is why I, a noted Hollywood bad boy with nothing to lose, must be the person to tell the truth. Sex scenes are the tits. You're welcome.

It's just that, the truth is, I have never, ever, ever met a highly confident and successful person who is not what a movie would call a "workaholic." We can't have it both ways, and children should know that. Because confidence is like respect; you have to earn it.

Love the holy Scriptures, and wisdom will love you.

And we are not mountaintop sages who can live by consuming mist.

To simply be ourselves is the greatest challenge but the simplest spiritual technique. A

You could tell the secret of life ten times over, and it would still be safe. After all, the secret is only known when people make it real in their own lives, not when they simply hear it.

Our subjectivity is a mirrored, spiked casket. When will we see that all we have done is surround ourselves with our own illusions? Only when we realize our true nature does the casket disappear.