Quotes About Truth

Hindu thought, however, looks at truth quantitatively: everyone has access to a slice (bhaga); the one who sees all slices of truth is bhaga-van. Limited

Should the urge to find a fixed single objective truth grip you, remind yourself: Within infinite myths lies an eternal truth Who sees it all? Varuna has but a thousand eyes Indra, a hundred You and I, only two.

Within infinite myths lies an eternal truth Who sees it all? Varuna has but a thousand eyes Indra, a hundred You and I, only two

while Tolkien's stories were not historically real, they were true

It is a truth universally acknowledged that you could put almost anything in the second half of this sentence, because the first half sounds clever and wise and must remind readers of the genius of Jane Austen.

But rather than end this book with any truth universally acknowledged, I'll riff with this: I leave it to be settled by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend haughty, highbrow exclusivity or celebrate uncritical adulation.

Ajarkan aku menjadi naif. Senaif dirimu yang masih bisa tertawa. Senaif kebahagiaan kita berdua. Karena setiap detik dikala kenyataan mulai bersinggungan. Aku rasakan sakit yang nyaris tak tertahankan. Atau ajarkan aku menjadi penipu, apabila ternyata kau merasakan sakit di dalam tawamu.

Overcome anger with peace. Overcome evil with good. Overcome greed with generosity. Overcome liars with truth.

People don't have these tidy little redemption arcs in reality the way they do in movies.

I have heard people bewailing man's landing on the moon, as though before it was touched by an astronaut's foot it was made of silver or mother-of-pearl, and that footprint turned it into gray dust. But the moon never was made of mother-of-pearl, and it still shines as if it were so made.

In a world full of lies, the most dangerous ones are those we tell ourselves.

Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefulness, and gratefulness is a measure of our aliveness. —DAVID STEINDL-RAST

There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye---when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save---respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?

Although Lewis's Trilogy is too often portrayed as an uninformed and inaccurate attack on science, a closer look reveals that it is, in fact, a prophetic warning against scientism and an inspiring vision for a regenerate science. Lewis warns that scientism -- a caricature of science that rejects all moral goods except survival and abandons objective truth in favor of power -- will dehumanize us by stripping us of pity, happiness, and freedom.

You should know that you're exactly the person you think you are." Elliot turned away as the tear escaped. That's what she was afraid of.

A lie to get out of something, or take an advantage for oneself, that's one thing; but a lie to make life more interesting—well, that's entirely different.

My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

What's left after what one isn't is taken away is what one is.

She was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

More often than not, family stories turn out to be etched in sand rather than granite. Even the parts we think are true—even the parts about ourselves—crumble

The hostility and venomous response the topic of sexual trauma and rape in the military brings up, especially with men from my Era, is revealing. This opposition speaks to their guilt and toward the truth that stays hidden.

More often than not, family stories turn out to be etched in sand rather than granite. Even the parts we think are true—even the parts about ourselves—crumble under scrutiny. These are the lies we tell everyone who knows us. These are the lies we tell ourselves.

I couldn't believe Nonnie was telling me to go. Pushing me to go. And as I threw my underwear and one of Nonnie's old dresses and my transistor radio into the bag, I wondered if they was in on it together, all three of them. Nurse Ann and Mrs. Forrester and Nonnie. But I had to pick one person to trust, and I guessed that was going to have to be the lady who took me to the beach and told Mary Ella the truth and cared enough to ask me questions about my daddy.