Quotes About Truth

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence,—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone . . .

agent was lying flushed and insensible; the other, bent over his books, was making correct entries of perfectly correct transactions;

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality. I

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone.

There are things you find nothing about in books

Las mentiras tienen cierto sabor fúnebre, guardan relación con la mortalidad.

Coração das trevas talvez seja o maior exemplo de como o ser humano pode ignorar a realidade brutal que o cerca.

It's queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there has never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful altogether, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset. Some confounded fact we men have been living contentedly with ever since the day of creation would start up and knock the whole thing over.

Tal vez toda la diferencia estribe en eso; tal vez toda la sabiduaría, toda la verdad, toda la sinceridad, están comprimidas en aquel inapreciable momento de tiempo en el que atravesamos el umbral de lo invisible.

They wanted facts. Facts! They demanded facts from him, as if facts could explain anything

Les mots, vous le savez, sont les plus grands ennemis de la réalité.

Art itself may be defined as a single-minded attempt to render the highest kind of justice to the visible universe, by bringing to light the truth, manifold and one, underlying its every aspect.

Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.

you know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies— which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world— what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do.

I was made to look at the convention that lurks in all truth and on the essential sincerity of falsehood.

For if ye had been able to see all, No need there were for Mary to give birth;

All a man can betray is his conscience.

It's queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there has never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful altogether, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset.

A diplomatic statement, Lena, is a statement of which everything is true but the sentiment which seems to prompt it.

The truth travels over the earth secretly; it seeks a nest among the people. To the authorities it's like a knife in the fire. They cannot accept it. It will cut them and burn them. Truth is your good friend and a sworn enemy of the authorities — that's why it hides itself.

It is very difficult to tell the truth, and young people are rarely capable of it.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me.

The serenity of truth and the peace of death can be only secured through a largeness of contempt embracing all the profitable servitudes of life. He