Quotes About Truth

I ask you, why is it so hard to stay away from the euphemisms? They creep in, always, and attempt to make the difficult things more pleasing.

They lived happily ever after. It said so. In the book. They were the last words on the page. Happily ever after. Despereaux was sure that he had read exactly those words time and time again. Lying on the floor with the drum beating and the mice shouting... Despereaux had a sudden, chilling thought: Had some other mouse eaten the words that spoke the truth? Did the knight and the fair maiden really not live happily ever after?

Normalcy is an illusion, of course," said William Spiver. "There is no normal.

Stories are light

Will we ever know what became of her? he asked wistfully. Only if we can trust dreams. I fear they lie as often they tell the truth.

But aren't all of us like a fine weaving? The pattern the world sees often hides the threads." Tess

You learn to ride on the path and keep your eyes open so you can see what is there, not what you wish were there.... And then after all you might discover that what is there is what you wished for all along.

Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?

That is true. But nevertheless, you are like the prisoners in the cave, your legs and necks shackled by your maps and your walls so that all you can see is the shadows thrown by the fire on the wall of the cave. You think they are the truth, but they are only a shadow of the truth, which lies—" He gestured to the sky and the plain and the distant spiral curl that was the growing city of Sarai. "—out here, under the gaze of the sun and the moon and the stars.

Here. He handed the rose to Hanna. Take this one to my niece. Tell her that it would be well for her to remember that the thorns of those words which mislead without lying are small but persistent, and that the white rose which symbolizes purity is also veined with flaws.

Margherita's father always said a person only truly revealed themselves when in disguise.

But her relationship with food was all about being Carmen of Seville. It was her truth, her statement to the world. And she didn't care if she had to use her beauty queen smarts to get people too take a bite- because once they had a taste of her flavors, of the garlic and olive oil and pinches of smoked paprika, pimentón ,they would know. Carmen Vega wasn't just another pretty face. She was an artist.

What family isn't held together by a cartilage of lies? In these fractured times, these days of spin, you have to make the family you can.

Words are our only weapons against the lies of history. We must bear witness to the truth. If we do not, those we love die twice over.' He paused. 'I will not find peace until I know how it ended.

History is written by the victorious, the liars, the strongest, the most determined. Truth is found most often in the silence, in the quiet places.

Iago says, I am not what I am, and for this he is called deceitful, a villain. Odd, isn't it? I have always found him to be the most truthful of Shakespeare's creations. We are none of us who we are.

I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

From Flowering Judas ] She is, her comrades tell her, full of romantic error, for what she defines as cynicism in them is merely 'a developed sense of reality'.

He had Oly letter a little card that he taped on his wall. The thing read, 'The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack's patients.' Arty used to just keep me in stitches. Eleven years old he was then.

The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack's patients.

The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack's patients.

Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.

Bridge to Terabithia takes us by the hand and leads us into a room that we have never entered before. After we read this story, we cannot unknow what we now know. We are devastated, emotionally rent. But still: we feel held, loved, seen. Someone trusted us enough to tell us the truth; and because of that, the room is golden, brimful of light.

Civilization as well as education takes a downward spiral when it ceases to ask What is truth? and concerns itself primarily with what is measurable.