Quotes About Truth

Because you can't keep up the illusion forever, I say. No one has that much magic.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.

He said to tell you to remember your heart in all things, that it is where your honor and your destiny will be found. Does it mean anything to you?' It is something he would say from time to time-that the eye could be misled, but that the heart was true.

In books, the truth makes everything good and fine. The good prevail. The wicked are punished. There is happiness. But it's not like that really, is it? No, I say. I suppose it only makes everything known.

The world is a lie...not you and me.

If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn't plan to ask for either one.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

So. Tell me," Marlowe tried gamely, "what do you think is man's greatest invention?" Jericho turned his head just slightly toward Marlowe, looking him straight in the eye. "God.

The key holds the truth

People see what they want to see when they need to.

Ain't that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain't touched the big mysteries -- where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something truly miraculous happens, we run and hide in our caves. We deny.

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.

Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power of the magic or how, to a person, they've all accepted it as truth. No, what unsettles me the most is how much I want to believe it too.

Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I was told you be the one to help me cross on to the next world. Who told you this? His eyes widen. A fearsome creature with a head full of snakes! You musn't fear her, I say, taking the man's hand and leading his toward the river. She's as tame as a pussycat. She'd probably lick your hand given the chance. Didn't seem harmless, he whispers, shuddering. Yes, well, things are not always as they appear, sir, and we must learn to judge for ourselves.

I told myself it was the snow—she couldn't possibly get to Philadelphia on the roads. I told myself a hundred lies. Children do that. It's amazing the sorts of things you'll make yourself believe.

Wasn't that how fairy tales worked? You told just enough of the terrible truth— There are cruel people. Not all parents love you.The world isn't fair by a long shot. —and you dressed it up in ogres and brave princesses and giants. Mostly, you reminded people that the evils of the world had to be fought. Even if you weren't sure you'd win. You still had to go into the monster's den. You had to face your fears. You still had to stand up to the monster.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

Truth casts a spell of its own.

She's right. I don't trust her farther than I can run full-steam in a corset, but she's right. The truth is hard and unfair, but there it is.

In truth, it is the simplest act in the world. The trick works because you wish it to. You must remember the most important rule of and successful illusion; First the people must want to believe it.

Petra turned to her. Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now! Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. I didn't mean... No one ever does. Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.

Idealism is just an escape from reality. There is no utopia.