Quotes About Truth

I'm not so in love with facts as I used to be. Sometimes, they bite.

There is nothing, nothing, nothing more important to me in the men and women I train than their absolute personal integrity. Whether you function as welders or inspectors, the laws of physics are implacable lie detectors. You may fool men. You will never fool the metal. That's all.

Was that supposed to be a concession? "You can be told the whole truth all day long, but if you won't believe it, then no, I don't suppose you ever will know it." He bared his teeth in a non-smile.

Then he had accused her of sleeping with her women friends. That had broken something in her at last, some will to desire his good opinion. How could you argue sense into someone who believed something not because it was true, but because he was an idiot?

The danger with relationships when we are vulnerable is that we may not be able to evaluate them honestly and from a godly perspective. What is bitter may look sweet because of our weakened position.

We may never know the true story behind the book, but the book has become a myth, and myth is truer than history.

It may be true that every enlightened sage is insane, but it does not necessarily follow that every insane person is an enlightened sage!

My mommy said my daddy fights bad men and wins. She says he likes to fish and he knows how to play really cool games. Her chin lifted a notch in a surfeit of pride. She said my daddy will love me more than a kid loves ice cream. My mommy doesn't lie to me, so you lied to her when you told her you were my daddy. You are not my daddy! She screamed the final declaration to him, dry-eyed and filled with childish fury.

Do you love me, Alex?" Janey already knew the answer. She knew, but it still tore a hole in her heart to see the answer in his face. "Don't believe in fairy tales, sweetheart." He sighed, touching her cheek with his fingertips. "Sometimes I forget how young you are." How young she was? As though age had anything to do with love. Since when?

Was James Dawg Mackay aware Johnny was also the biological son of his father, your brother Chandler Mackay?

If there be some harder, better way to salvation than to follow that which we believe to be good, then are we all damned.

and as the sea wind blew on that high and lonely place, there began to slip away from the voter's mind the meaningless phrases that had crowded it long - thumping majority - victory in the fight - terminological inexactitudes - and the smell of paraffin lamps dangling in classrooms, and quotations taken from ancient speeches because the words were long.

Story has a mind of its own and tells things sometimes it might have preferred us not to know. Stories operate like dreams; both veil what is to be uncovered, neither is capable of a coverup [Our Dream of the Good God, Out of the Garden ].

The truth is, however, that there is nothing very "normal" about nature. Once upon a time there were no flowers at all.

Beware of false knowledge, it is more dangerous than ignorance" ~ Bernard Shaw

Pretty quick I learned that the fans don't give a shit about controversy, they just want real. I give 'em real.

TSHEMBE You thought! You thought because I am a black man I have answers that are deep and pure. I do not!!

Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce

Adults are living increasingly as children: completely in their imaginations. Reading Harry Potter while every newspaper in the country goes out of business. They know so little that is real.

I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do!

The catalog showed a man sleeping peacefully while his model-wife read a book in soft but focused light. In real life, however, the light was so intense that the same man would have had to wear sunglasses.

A lie to the faithless is merely a conversation in their language.

You have a choice, she told the class. The whorish emptiness of lies or the straightlaced horrors of truth.

We used awesome the way the British used brilliant: for anything at all. Perhaps . . . it was a kind of antidepressant: inflated rhetoric to keep the sorry truth at bay.