Quotes About Truth

I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.

A good book is always good, no matter how many times you've already read it.

The real things are apt to be deviant.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

Heaven forbid if beauty were to have substance. Genuine beauty is always meaningless, without virtue

Haven't we known for a long time that it's a mistake to attach meaning to each and every action of a person? Forced explanations often end in a distortion of lies.

A life free of lies! Ah, but that, too, was, by definition, a lie. Surely a lie already dwelled in the heart of anyone who sought to make such distinctions and stand in judgment.

Every family," he jested, "has a fool—just to keep it in touch with reality.

But people almost never say, "Die!", Paltry prudent, hypocrites.

One lies to seek a bit of relief from a ponderous, suffocating reality, but the liar, like the drinker, gradually comes to need larger and larger doses. The lies become blacker and more complex, and they mesh and rub together until in the end they shine with the luster of truth.

My definition of a "respected" man was one who had succeeded almost completely in hoodwinking people, but who was finally seen through by some omniscient, omnipotent person who ruined him and made him suffer a shame worse than death.

En mi existencia ya no existe la felicidad o el sufrimiento. Todo pasa. Esa es la única verdad en toda mi vida, transcurrida en el interminable infierno de la sociedad humana. Todo pasa.

I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaged in deceit.

As a child I had absolutely no notion of what others, even members of my own family, might be suffering or what they were thinking. I was aware only of my own unspeakable fears and embarrassments. Before anyone realized it, I had become an accomplished clown, a child who never spoke a single truthful word.

These clownish words of deceit were taken more seriously than the truth.

One of my tragic flaws is the compulsion to add to every situation -a quality which has made people call me at times a liar- but I have almost never embellished in order to bring myself any advantage;

It is only too obvious that favoritism inevitably exists: it would have been useless to complain to human beings. So I said nothing of the truth.

En verdad que entre la Inocencia y el Mal no hay mayor separación que el grosor de una hoja de papel.

?nsanlar yalan söylerken ciddi bir yüz tak?n?rlar. Bugünkü yöneticilerimizin ciddiyeti gibi!

Por lo general, las personas no muestran lo terribles que son. Pero son como una vaca pastando tranquila que, de repente, levanta la cola y descarga un latigazo sobre el tábano. Basta que se dé la ocasión para que muestren su horrenda naturaleza. Recuerdo que se me llegaba a erizar el cabello de terror al pensar en que este carácter innato es una condición esencial para que el ser humano sobreviva. Al pensarlo, perdía cualquier esperanza sobre la humanidad.

Forced explanations often end in a distortion of lies.

I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaging in deceit. Human beings never did teach me that abstruse secret.

Even supposing I could deceive most human beings into respecting me, one of them would know the truth, and sooner or later other human beings would learn from him.

Me cuesta entender que el ser humano viva o quiera vivir con pureza, claridad y felicidad en medio de toda esta mentira mutua.