Quotes About Truth

Talking perceptions, people. Do we really see each other for what we really are, or do we just see what we want to see, the image distorted by our own personal lenses I lost someone today and the funny thing is, I don't even know who she was.

Interaction design is all about finding the user's truth and telling it as a narrative. Software development is all about breaking those narratives into tiny, functional chunks and implementing and integrating them.

Like a beautiful brightly colored flower without fragrance Is the well-spoken word without action. Like a beautiful brightly colored flower full of fragrance Is the well-spoken word and the deed that matches the word. DHAMMAPADA 51-52

I'll tell you the truth, everything you hear is a lie.

I'm a liar, but this is the truth. I

Being able to separate fantasy from reality was a real bummer. I

If there's one thing that's 100 percent true about every intoxicated person in world history, it's that you shouldn't believe them when they say they love you. The only difference between you and that slice of cold pizza back at their apartment is that they haven't met the pizza yet.

if we all learn anything from being alive on this planet, it's that people will lie to you, especially about how much or little they care about you. And I would guess there's a lot more similarity in how we suffer than the way we experience joy.

In the end, learning how to write songs is, in large part, about teaching yourself to fail and being OK with it. But it's also about searching for, finding, and sharing some truth.

I told him point-blank so there would be no mistake: This person he wanted to know better did not exist; I was who I seemed to be from the outside. That would never change.

Honesty was often just a way of being cruel.

It is superstition," she admitted. "But it might be true.

There's nothing to this world,' he said, 'but what our senses tell us about it, and all I can do is the best I can on that information.

But I knew from experience how hopeless this pursuit, this attempt to weed out bias, was. Nothing that lived and breathed was truly objective—even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

It's not superstition," she said. They all turned to her, swiveling on their stools. "It is superstition," she admitted. "But it might be true.

I think this is an asylum. But so is the rest of the world.

Sometimes you get a sense of when the truth of things will not be revealed by microscopes.

But the truth was what Silvina had seen: we were already ghosts. We just kept haunting each other for no reason. Even as we kept awaiting the mortal blow. But there would be no mortal blow, just endless depths.

She had wanted to cover up the core of her decisions by hiding facts or watering them down. But she must have been wise enough to realize, no matter her motivations, no matter the labyrinth, every omission left some sign of its presence.

What if I said you still hold some of the answers, too.

His father could have been less honest, because honesty was often just a way of being cruel.

the longer I looked the more certain I became that these figures were real and living, though perhaps not according to the standards that the camera and the biologist would insist upon.

Nothing that lived and breather was truly objective-even in a vaccum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

How can you tell if a streak of light across the sky is sincere?