Quotes About Truth

any departure from reality that could easily be avoided ought to be avoided.

If you are lying, you have built your lie on true foundations.

They are properly described as works of fiction, with the understanding that fiction does not imply lack of truth so much as a willingness to refashion factuality in the service of drama, and perhaps in search of a higher truth.

You can build a whole world of lies, as long as each lie reinforces every other lie. You can create a masterful structure of sheer logic if you begin with one false postulate. All it takes is consistency.

Oh, I don't believe in anything. I especially don't believe in astrology. Know why?" "Why?" "Because I'm a Saggitarius, and every Sagittarius knows astrology is a lot of hooey.

Research is a joy, especially when one is not burdened with an excessive reverence for the truth.

Most people lie and let life play upon them like the tepid discharges of a douche-bag.

Words, the acid-bath of words.

Balthazar sighed and said Truth naked and unashamed. That's a splendid phrase. But we always see her as she seems, never as she is. Each man has his own interpretation.

I realized then the truth about all love: that it is an absolute which takes all or forfeits all. The other feelings, compassion, tenderness and so on, exist only on the periphery and belong on the constructions of society and habit. But she herself- austere and merciless Aphrodite-is a pagan. it is not our brains or instincts which she picks-but our very bones.

We should tackle reality in a slightly jokey way, otherwise we miss its point.

He hablado de la inutilidad del arte, pero no he dicho la verdad sobre el consuelo que procura.

If one falls in love with a mask when one is masked oneself… which of you will first have the courage to raise it?

Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

My friends must all have known all along. Yet nobody breathed a word. But of course, the truth is that nobody ever does breathe a word, nobody interferes, nobody whispers while the acrobat is on the tight-rope; they just sit and watch the spectacle, waiting only to be wise after the event.

These notes, however they may be read, are intended only as a painstaking affectionate commentary on a world into which I have been born to share my most solitary moments — those of coitus — with Justine. I can get no nearer to the truth.

Never to imagine that any of these generalizations we make about gods or men is valid, but to cherish them because they carry in them the fallibility of our own minds.

Life is more complicated than we think, yet far simpler than anyone dares to imagine'.)

upon its stalk perpetuates only the type of a determined response; there are so few elations and so few dismays to wrinkle between a laughing or a crying death, between a truthful or a lying breath.

If things were always what they seemed, how impoverished would be the imagination of man!

Our common actions in reality are simply the sackcloth covering which hides the cloth-of-gold—the meaning of the pattern.

Humility! The last trap that awaits the ego in search of absolute truth.

Of course, one must always remember that truth itself is always halved in utterance.

The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal.