Quotes About Truth

He who is not aware of his ignorance will only be misled by his knowledge.

Timothy 4:3-4—For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts they will heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

This heresy is that God made some men to desire other men and women to desire other women as sexual partners.  From this heresy has spawned a greater lie, that some of us are born in the wrong body or otherwise we would not desire people of the same sex.  It is the lie of gender identification.

I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...].

If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.

If you possess enough courage to speak out what you are, you will find you are not alone.

God is "the Truth." The Bible is the "truth about the Truth." Theology is the "truth about the truth about the Truth." Christian people live in these many truths about the Truth, and, because of them, have not "the Truth." Hungry, beaten, and drugged, we had forgotten theology and the Bible. We had forgotten the "truths about the Truth," therefore we lived in "the Truth.

Bible verses remain true, even if the devil quotes them.

?i ce te faci dac? totu?i exista Dumnezeu: spune-mi, ce te faci dac? totu?i este adev?rat ca El exista? (Levi Yitzhak)

They say the tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony. Their words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. How well he could have applied this passage to the last words of Jesus on the cross.

Abbot Miron had sat sewing a patch on his trousers as we talked. He raised his intense luminous eyes to Gaston and said, "Years ago I had a postcard from my brother in New York, who had been to the top of the Empire State Building. He didn't investigate the foundations first, Pastor Gaston. The fact that it had been there forty years is proof that the foundations are good. The same with the Church, which has rested two thousand years on the truth.

Jesus said, "I thank You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and prudent and have revealed them to babes" (Matthew 11:25). Why would this be? I believe that God desires that His message not be perverted, this message which has eternal significance. Intellectuals are seldom capable of conveying a message just as they have received it, without giving it a personal twist; whereas the simple, ignorant people transmit it faithfully.

What a subtle, treacherous thing it was to let yourself go that way! Because once you've started it was terribly difficult to stop; soon you were saying "I'm sorry, of course you're right", and "Whatever you think is best", and "you're the most wonderful and valuable thing int he world", and the next thing you knew all honesty, all truth, was as far away and glimmering, as hopelessly unattainable as the world of the golden people.

you found you were saying yes when you meant no, and "We've got to be together in this thing" when you meant the very opposite ... and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didn't know who you were. And how could anyone else be blamed for that?

that if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

It's the great sentimental lie of the suburbs, and I've been making you subscribe to it all this time.

Everybody's essentially alone', she'd told him, and he was beginning to see a lot of truth in that. Besides: now that he was older, and now that he was home, it might not even matter how the story turned out in the end.

He had torn a ragged wound in it, laying open its moist white meat, but it wouldn't break, it wouldn't give, and it made the children laugh each time the shovel bounced and rang in his hands. The delicate noise of their laughter, the look of their tulip-soft skin and of their two sunny skulls, as fragile as eggshell, made a terrible contrast to the feel of biting steel and shuddering pulp, and it was his sense of this that made his eyes commit a distortion of truth.

All right," her voice said bleakly. "All right, suppose all this is true. Suppose I'm acting out a compulsive behavior pattern, or whatever they call it. So what? I still can't help what I feel, can I?

Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?

I seem to have to lost confidence in just about everything else. I've come to believe that only a very, very few matters in the world can ever be trusted to make sense.

Se si vuole fare qualcosa di assolutamente onesto, qualcosa di vero, alla fine si scopre sempre che è una cosa che va fatta da soli.

if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.