Quotes About Truth

Ivy gave the woman's hand a firm squeeze before letting it go. "What do you need?" she asked. "We're holding up." That, too, sounded like a rote reply, recited over and over again in hopes that it might somehow become the truth.

I won't say I told you so. But let's just take a moment of silence to think about the fact that I was right.

Had the old man told his wife that their son was still alive? Had he known—or even suspected—the truth back when this will was written?

Is it still a lie, if you're masking what matters but what you're saying is technically true?

Is it still a lie," Jameson asked loftily, "if you're masking what matters, but what you're saying is technically true?

It's not the things you can't find that haunt you. It's when you choose not to look.

How do you go out there, again and again, knowing what you're going to find?" "I tell myself that I don't find bodies," Mac replied evenly. "I find answers. I find lost ones, and I bring them home.

I was starting to believe that was what our country ran on—secret upon secret upon secret.

Did I want to talk about the fact that I'd disobeyed the pack? That Callum had betrayed me, over and over again; that every day, he'd let me go on believing one thing when reality was another? Did I want to talk about the fact that together, Callum and I had destroyed Ali's marriage, torn my family apart, and brought life to a screeching halt?

We wachten wel tot u klaar bent met bidden,' antwoordde ik op een toon die mijn nederigheid moest overbrengen - of dat in elk geval proberen. 'Met bidden?' gromde Nan. 'Met onze Schepper eens goed de waarheid te vertellen, bedoel je.' 'Mijn grootvader heeft deze kapel gebouwd zodat Nan ergens tegen God kon schreeuwen,' zei Jameson tegen me.

telling the story so no one else tells it for you.

was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.

Ik heb een geheim over de dag dat je bent geboren...

your hips are utterly incapable of falsehood.

Sometimes, you have an idea of a person - about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea.

And then," Grayson said, "the old man was gone. And then... there was you." "Grayson." His name caught in my throat. Grayson just looked at me, his light eyes shadowed. "Sometimes, you have an idea of a person--about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea"... "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

Sometimes I wonder if you remember things the way they really were.

Reggie was so sick of it all. The things people knew (or thought they knew) about other people. Maybe everyone had a secret life, not just Vera. She suddenly hated all of it. She wanted people to be as see-through as fish tanks, no more murkiness, no misdirection. No lies and bullshit. No secret rooms or lies about being the star of some goddamn play that didn't even exist.

Sometimes a butterfly is not just a butterfly. This is what Oma taught me. You know the worst thing I learned from her? You can be a monster and not even know you are one. They look like us. They think they are us. But really, they've got a monster hiding inside.

Like all stories, it has pieces which are true, and pieces which are fiction. Nothing is ever really what it seems. Remember

Shape your reality. Make it true because you say it is.

And as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy. Daniel would be a saint now that he was dead. A beautiful man who made his child wings.

May 13 Deduction. Reduction. Redaction. How much has been redacted from the carefully curated version of our story?

We don't know the terrible things that are coming our way," she said as she looked down at the cut crystal, her eyes teary. "We just see the shiny surface, our own beautiful selves reflected in it. Not the monster lurking beneath.