Quotes About Truth

Regie Gibson said, "Our problem as Americans is we actually hate history. . . . What we love is nostalgia. We love to remember things exactly the way they didn't happen. History itself is often an indictment. And people? We hate to be indicted.

But the idea that letting people know how deeply rooted racism has been will make them lose faith in America is both patronizing and implausible. Patronizing because it suggests that some Americans can't handle the truth, and implausible because the people most likely to lose faith—Black Americans—know the problem of racism all too well already.

At this point, you could be tempted to water down your content—"You know it's really not that big a deal." Don't give into the temptation. Don't take back what you've said. Instead, put your remarks in context.

mistake most of us make in our crucial conversations is we believe that we have to choose between telling the truth and keeping a friend. We begin believing in the Fool's Choice from an early age.

But in an age of intelligence, when the keys of science have unlocked the sacred shrines and hallowed vaults of sacerdotal mysteries, and modern researches of history have laid bare the fact that most ancient religious countries abound in reports of this character, a profound and general skepticism must be the result, and a total rejection of their truth by all men of science and historic intelligence.

There is no form to this story because it is true, or at least as close to true as I have been able to make it.

Also: people pretended not to want what they wanted. Pretending tried to hide the will. That was the secret of adult life, the undisclosed motor of the whole thing. People wanted what they wanted. They did what they could to get it. It wasn't complicated. Kenny knew that was the last step he needed to take before he could be an adult: he had to learn what he wanted, then had to learn to want what he wanted.

It is appropriate for the "men of Issachar" to strive to "understand the times" and do battle with those ideas that corrupt the world (1 Chron. 12:32, 2 Cor. 10:4-5). On the other hand, the Christian reader must consciously hold the ideas at arm's length, so as not to commune with the unfruitful works of darkness, or meditate long and hard on things that are not true, not lovely, and not pure (Phil. 4:8).

I'm also much less certain than Audrey and Ben were in their final arguments, but that's because I'm searching for the truth whereas they're just trying to win a case.

And if it went, if the murderer was caught, they would have to face all over again the stark early morning truth that it solved nothing, that Sabine was still lost for ever.

Frank shrugged and looked scatter-brained, a goofy act he'd perfected over the years, one that belied the dangerous truth

there was no truth that couldn't be told.

The simplest things are the hardest to understand.

Don't you see? The things we once loved do not change, only our belief in them... You are left with the only things that any of us have in the end. The things we keep inside of ourselves, that grow out of us, that tell us who we are.

Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life... you steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a ather. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness... there is no act more wretched than stealing.

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.

A part of me was hoping someone would wake up and hear, so I wouldn't have to live with this lie anymore. But no one woke up and in the silence that followed, I understood the nature of my new curse: I was going to get away with it.

When you kill a man, you steal a life, Baba said. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see?

She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away. "Nothing like life, in other words," he said. "There, it's questions with either no answers or messy ones.

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one.

There is a way to be good again For you, a thousand times over Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie