Quotes About Truth

Ig laughed at that. The things people said. The effortless way they lied, to others, to themselves.

Put a stone in your mouth instead of a lie. Put a rock on your tongue instead of gossip.

The second kid, he hears that John Donne quote—We're scarce our fathers' shadows cast at noon—and nods and thinks, Ah, shit, ain't that the truth?

The boulder they had been standing on wasn't a boulder.

Lawrence Block called Telling Lies for Fun and Profit

Reality had briefly slid aside one of its black, opaque panels, to give him a glimpse of the gears that ticked behind it. Saunders had discovered a universal constant, like gravity or the quantum nature of light. No matter where you went—no matter how ancient the traditions, no matter how grand the history, no matter how awe-inspiring the landscape—there was always a market for a cheap Happy Meal.

You knew what was real not by its qualities but by its imperfections.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love

The thing I'm hung up on is the idea of seeing something real. I don't think most people feel half the things they pretend to feel.

If Ig hated Merrin now, it was only because he had discovered she was a real person, with failings and needs and desire to live in the world, not in Ig's daydreams. That she loved him enough to let him go, and he had to be willing to do the same, that if you loved someone, you could set them free, and - fuck, that was a Sting song.

He had heard it the way he wanted to hear it. He had known what he had wanted to know. Maybe it was always that way for almost everyone.

I want that on my gravestone. Snuffleupagus was real. No more. Just that.

She was saying he wasn't like the children in Christmasland. She was saying he was still himself. But Charlie Manx had said something different. Charlie Manx said blood didn't come out of silk. Tabitha

That's what poetic speech is for--for the things that are true but don't make sense.

The truth is always more scary than kissing someone for the first time.

Max almost needed it to be true, for vampires to be real, because the other possibility- that their father was, and always had been, in the grip of a psychotic fantasy- was too awful, too overwhelming.

Sometimes, the things They say, the laws They make, the way the world spins doesn't make any sense at all... Which is exactly why you have to ask "Why?" and keep on asking until you get the TRUTH...

The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.

You can always get the truth from a politician after he has turned seventy, or given up all hope of the Presidency.

Because we are social animals, we not only lie for our own benefit, but we lie for the benefit of each other (Vrij, 2003, 3–11).

Research tells us liars tend to gesture less, touch less, and move their arms and legs less than honest people (Vrij, 2003, 65).

there is no single behavior that is indicative of deception—not one (Ekman, 1991, 162–189).

Civilizations have been founded and maintained on theories which refused to obey facts.