Quotes About Truth

but I want you to know that it was him who said what we were going to do once we got out. Once a lawyer, always a lawyer. I always heard he had a reputation for telling the truth but that wasn't what he did this time, not when it would have stayed with him for the rest of his life. And think what it would have done for his career!!! Not the Blunt Razor. The Blubbing Loser.

But such gossip cannot be confronted. Rumours and malicious gossip are like bindweed. They cannot be cut back, even with the sword of truth.

That's what he said. So if she could see him across the road, that means her eyesight was perfectly good. She made up the whole thing.

Rumours and malicious gossip are like bindweed. They cannot be cut back, even with the sword of truth.

Another lie in a life that had been nothing but lies.

Whodunnits are all about truth: nothing more, nothing less. In a world full of uncertainties, is it not inherently satisfying to come to the last page with every i dotted and every t crossed? The stories mimic our experience in the world. We are surrounded by tensions and ambiguities, which we spend half our life trying to resolve, and we'll probably be on our own deathbed when we reach that moment when everything

that story you told him about losing your own children, and now I'm wondering if that was even true." "Of course it was true!" Mrs. Jones snapped, and just for once, she betrayed her emotions. She was angry. Two dark spots had appeared in her cheeks.

Actually, I'd say that both of you are fucking idiots, if you want the truth,' he began. 'You come over here like Batman and Robin and you get yourselves involved in a murder investigation. But you don't help anyone because you've got bigger fish to fry. In fact, you were obstructive. You say you made no difference to the crime scene, but that's not true.

You didn't mention he had a child.' 'I mentioned he had a cocaine habit.

How it is the small lies and evasions which nobody sees or detects but which can come together and smother you like the fumes in a house fire.

Bad Boys was nothing less than a complete travesty of the truth. It turned my parents into the villains of the piece.

There was something quite animalistic about Hawthorne. The closer he got to the truth, the more you could see it in his eyes, in the way he sat, in the very contours of his skin.

Even the brightest sunlight could hide many dark and ugly secrets.

The truth was important. The truth mattered. It mattered more than the fact that he was only twelve and that his story was completely preposterous. People like Granny, all bullies in fact, only managed to survive because they lived behind the truth. Once people knew them for what they were, they would be powerless.

Hawthorne ignored this. 'Why did Akira Anno lie about being with you?' he asked. 'Having supper with an old friend, a publisher … you'd have thought there was nothing more innocent in the world.

Akira Anno is Mark Belladonna, isn't she! Mark doesn't exist.' He rounded on Akira. 'You wrote those stupid books.

Whodunnits are all about truth: nothing more, nothing less. In a world full of uncertainties, is it not inherently satisfying to come to the last page with every i dotted and every t crossed? The stories mimic our experience in the world. We are surrounded by tensions and ambiguities, which we spend half our life trying to resolve, and we'll probably be on our own deathbed when we reach that moment when everything makes sense. Just about every whodunnit provides that pleasure.

I never believe everything anyone says.' 'Including me?' He smiled. 'Why would I believe someone who spends his entire life making stuff up?

Your name?"The movements of the man's mouth didn't quite match what he was saying, so seeing him speak was a bit like watching a badly dubbed film. "Alex Gardiner," Alex said. "Your real name?" "I just told you." "You lied. Your real name is Alex Rider." "Why ask if you think you know?

All the real secrets are buried, and only ghosts speak the truth.

They are noted in bold print.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

I have never intentionally provided false and misleading information to the NCAA.

Truth is, of its essence, liberating, as it is possessed of no contrivance or conceit - that it provides the only genuine basis for progress and that the future can only be found in truth.