Quotes About Truth

hay que ser gilipollas para creer que de ilusión también se vive. -Circo de los Malditos (Anita Blake, cazavampiros / 3. Hamilton, Laurell K.

Lastly, people seemed to think that morality was the same thing as being politically correct, and it wasn't. Some of the most deeply moral people I knew were least politically correct, because they actually worried about good and evil, not just what they were told was good or bad.

This is the truth: You lose some things because you didn't see the darkness rushing toward you. Some things disappear because it all snuck up on you so quickly and quietly, and you weren't paying attention. Okay. But once in a while a loss is preventable. You can stop it. And if you don't, you are to blame. The trick is knowing which is which.

If one thing is a secret, everything is

Years later, admiring his dark-haired daughter, the light of his life, in the city he wouldn't have been able to find on a map back when he lived in Germany, he understood that even pain could bring joy. It wasn't a trade-off, and it didn't give him comfort; it was just something true.

Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public.

When speculation becomes "truth," opinion "fact," and prejudice a "holy cause," demagoguery is not far behind.

Sleeping and waking—for him the states grew ever less distinct. Sleep gained in truth as waking lost the arrogance of certainty. Dreams, three-D and portentous, sported a logic no less satisfactory than that of what, by mere consensus, was called the real. Categories dissolved; things floated free of their names, and a kind of geriatric Buddhism became ever more unquestioned and serene.

But coming halfway clean was a time- honored way of continuing to lie.

Ä°ÅŸte senin yanl???n da burada, diye kar??l?k verirdi babam - çünkü Foro Scientiae (bilim alan?)'de CÄ°NAYET diye bir ÅŸey yoktur, yaln?zca ÖLÜM vvard?r kardeÅŸim.

Benim türümdeki yazarlar?n ressamlarla paylaÅŸt?klar? ortak bir ilke vard?r. -Asl?na tümüyle sad?k kalarak kopyalamak resimlerimizin yeterince çarp?c? olmalar?n? engellediÄŸinde, bizler ehven-i ÅŸeri (kötünün iyisini) seçer ve güzelliÄŸi ihlal etmektense hakikat? tahrif etmeyi (deÄŸiÅŸtirmeyi) yeÄŸleriz.

Si alguien duda de su veracidad, o piensa que no es posible que un hombre se engañe a sí mismo de este modo,—debo aconsejarle que por un momento se remita a sus propias reflexiones; y entonces podré aventurarme a poner por testigo de mis aseveraciones a su propio corazón'.

Heat is in proportion to the want of true knowledge.

In writing, as in life, always be true to your character.

If I told you, you'd only know it in your mind, not in your heart. There's a big difference.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

Why are you being so mean? Friends tell friends the truth. yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

Who cares what the color means? How do you know what he meant to say? I mean, did he leave another book called Symbolism in My Books? If he didn't, then you could just be making all of this up. Does anyone really think this guy sat down and stuck all kinds of hidden meanings into his story? It's just a story.... But I think you are making all of this symbolism stuff up. I don't believe any of it.

Censoring books that deal with difficult, adolescent issues does not protect anybody. Quite the opposite. It leaves kids in the darkness and makes them vulnerable. Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance. Our children cannot afford to have the truth of the world withheld from them

People who have to announce that they are trustworthy deserve to be lied to.

When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

Picasso." He whispers like a priest. "Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.

They said I had to get fatter. I told them my goal was 080.00 and if they wanted my respect, they'd better stop lying to me. When my brain started working again, I checked their math. Someone had made a mistake because they didn't figure in the snakes in my head and the thick shadows hiding inside the cage of my ribs.

And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.