Quotes About Truth

he said apropos of nothing one day, "No talk about 'relationships,' understood?" I think I did have the presence of mind to ask, "Why?" "It's a waste of time," he said. "The existentialists have it right. Whatever is the case, is. No amount of talk is going to change it. The only thing we have to feel responsible for to each other is to pay attention to what's happening between us. It either is or it isn't.

To cut off the confusion and accept an answer just because it's too scary not to have an answer is a good way to get the wrong answer.

In complete darkness, we are all the same. It is only our knowledge and wisdom that separates us. Don't let your eyes deceive you.

Why do you weep?" "The pain," I said, and it was true, but it was not of my wounds I spoke.

Estoy acosando a un hombre hasta la muerte, a un hombre que ha sido muchas veces bueno conmigo, el padre de mi hijo pequeño. Estoy destruyendo la felicidad de mi familia, ¿y por qué? Por el bien de la verdad, para liberarme de un engaño que estaba consumiéndome, matándome.

Every journalist who is not too stupid or too full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible. He is a kind of confidence man, preying on people's vanity, ignorance, or loneliness, gaining their trust and betraying them without remorse.

Every journalist who is not too stupid or full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible. He is a kind of confidence man, preying on people's vanity, ignorance, or loneliness, gaining their trust and betraying them without remorse.

Poets and novelists and playwrights make themselves, against terrible resistances, give over what the rest of us keep safely locked within our hearts.

a fundamental rule of journalism, which is to tell a story and stick to it. The narratives of journalism (significantly called "stories"), like those of mythology and folklore, derive their power from their firm, undeviating sympathies and antipathies. Cinderella must remain good and the stepsisters bad. "Second stepsister not so bad after all" is not a good story.

What Helen of Troy did in her spare time and what she was 'really like' are not questions that torture us.

Newspaper stories that were originally written to satisfy our daily hunger for idle and impersonal Schadenfreude—to excite and divert and be forgotten the next week—now take their place among serious sources of information and fact, and are treated as if they themselves were not simply raising the question of what happened and who is good and who is bad. I

Journalists justify their treachery in various ways according to their temperaments. The more pompous talk about freedom of speech and "the public's right to know"; the least talented talk about Art; the seemliest murmur about earning a living.

If you don't believe it's elves, that's your problem. I know it's elves.

That is --- we think differently, we now and then see things differently...--- Those who tell their own story you know must be listened to with caution.---

True love is born of experience, not fairy dust.

Adults are constantly telling teenagers that it's what's on the inside that matters. It's always painful to find out that adults have lied to you.

Well you can't believe everything you read. After all, by definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

It's acting, not lying, so I will not be sent to hell for saying these sorts of things.

If I'd believed that stuff was true, I would have missed out on loving you.

By definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

Some stories are real. And a lot of stories that aren't real are still true.

Vision is also a fickle creature. You can see an object a hundred times, a thousand times, and it remains unchanged. Then in one swift second you realize it has been changing all along and your eyes hid it from you.

Take Landon McKellips. He always plays the part of a womanizing playboy, but for all I know, he's completely different from that in real life.' 'No,' Slade said. 'He's actually like that.

Vision is also a fickle creature. You can see an object a hundred times, a thousand times, and it remains unchanged. Then in one swift second you realize it has been changing all along and your eyes hid it from you. Savannah