Quotes About Truth

Lad of Athens, faithful be To thyself, And Mystery - All the rest is Perjury

But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?

Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.

If you saw a bullet hit a Bird - and he told you he wasn't shot - you might weep at his courtesy, but you would certainly doubt his word - One drop more from the gash that stains your Daisy's bosom - then would you believe?

Opinion is a flitting thing, but the truth outlasts the sun.

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate a Throe— The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death— Impossible to feign The Beads upon the Forehead By homely Anguish strung.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

Ma c'è dell'altro? Oltre all'amore e alla morte? Allora dimmene il nome.

I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room— He questioned softly Why I failed? For Beauty, I replied— And I—for Truth—Themself are One— We Brethren, are, He said— And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night— We talked between the Rooms— Until the Moss had reached our lips— And covered up—Our names—

Hay algo que me gusta en la agonía, y es que sé que es verdad; los hombres no simulan convulsiones, no imitan el dolor. Unos ojos se vidrian, y es la muerte. Imposible de fingir las gotas de sudor sobre la frente que la inhábil angustia va ensartando.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant- success in circuit lies Too bright for our infirm delight the truth's suberp surprise As lightning to the children eased with explanation kind the truth must dazzle gradually or every man be bilnd-

Opinion is a flitting thing. But truth outlasts the sun.

I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true;

A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

Morii per la bellezza ma ero appena abituata alla tomba che uno che morì per la verità fu deposto in una stanza attigua Mi chiese piano "Perché sei mancata?" "Per la bellezza" risposi "E io per la verità sono una cosa sola noi siamo fratelli" disse Così, come congiunti che si incontrino di notte parlammo fra le stanze finché il muschio raggiunse le nostre labbra e coprì i nostri nomi.

Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all -

Fulfilling absolute decree in casual simplicity.

travel cracks open the globe, shows us people and forests we would never otherwise experience, but ultimately it must also hold a mirror.

Don't spoil a good story by telling the truth.

T know what they say about secrets. I've heard it all. That they can haunt and govern you. That they can poison relationships and divide families. That in the end, only the truth will set you free.

They were all true—and still are—but were better left unsaid, just as I decided never to confess to Andy how close I came to losing everything. Instead, I hold that day deep within myself, as a reminder that love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

so much of how we see the world is a matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and wanting and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart