Quotes About Untruth

Some books are lies frae end to end.

I lead a worthless life, he thought, I live in unreality and untruth. If only there could be total change, regeneration, escape. If only I could run and run and get back to the people, back to where real wholesome, ordinary life is being lived. I have given myself a mean role and cannot now stop enacting it. Oh if only I could get out! But even as he thought these familiar thoughts he knew: unreality is my reality, untruth is my truth, I am too old now and I have no other way.

Is that true? There is truth in it. And lies as well? There is an untruth, and an exaggeration.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Truth, and nothing but truth is the watchword of the Advaitist. "??????? ???? ??????? ?????? ????? ????? ??????? --Truth alone triumphs, and not untruth. Through truth alone the way to Devayana lies.

I am not even an atheist so much as I am an antitheist; I not only maintain that all religions are versions of the same untruth, but I hold that the influence of churches, and the effect of religious belief, is positively harmful.

If philosophy is still necessary, it is so only in the way it has been from time immemorial: as critique, as resistance to the expanding heteronomy, even if only as thought's powerless attempt to remain its own master and to convict of untruth, by their own criteria, both a fabricated mythology and a conniving, resigned acquiescence.

Folly is truth in the form which men are struck with as amid untruth they will not let truth go.

If in keeping with Hegel's insight all feeling related to an aesthetic object has an accidental aspect, usually that of psychological projection, then what the work demands from its beholder is knowledge, and indeed, knowledge that does justice to it: The work wants its truth and untruth to be grasped.

stretched truth into an obvious

Telling the truth wasn't sufficient power. As consolation the remaining journalists convinced themselves that no absolute truths existed. This new untruth they propagated as the new truth. The entertainment value, the ability to titillate or provoke, came to be the litmus test of any new truth.

It was a loathsome accusation if true, and still more loathsome if untrue.

Thoughts of course can't be dirty except for ignorance, untruth or ugliness. And why would you think about them anyway.

I'm just a lie waiting to happen.

It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then like most cliches, that cliche is untrue.

A myth... is a metaphor for a mystery beyond human comprehension. It is a comparison that helps us understand, by analogy, some aspect of our mysterious selves. A myth, in this way of thinking, is not an untruth but a way of reaching a profound truth.

That is the taste of a liar!

Widzisz, ?adna cz??? tej ba?ni nie by?a k?amstwem, cho? historia by?a zupe?nie nieprawdziwa.

It was easy to see that it was all crap.

Brunetti was certain she had gone to Catholic schools: it was only there that children mastered the alchemical formula of untruth and hypocrisy that was sure to persuade even the most sceptical listener.

Every time I think of you it made me smile, every time I think of you I know you mean so much to me... Until I wake up one day days things will never be the same as yesterday, every time I think of you tears rolling down my face, every time I think of you shadows of pain keeps hunting through my veins. I hate you, I really do you are so untrue.

This would turn the American dream into what Plato described as a "noble lie," a belief that, though untrue, sustains civic harmony by inducing citizens to accept certain inequalities as legitimate.

Truth is simple and available to all: why do you complicate? Truth is loving and lovable. It includes all, accepts all, purifies all. It is untruth that is difficult and a source of trouble. It always wants, expects, demands. Being false, it is empty, always in search of confirmation and reassurance. It is afraid of and avoids inquiry. It identifies itself with any support, however weak and momentary. Whatever it gets, it loses and asks for more.

In all these warnings against pleasure, truth is mixed with untruth. Insofar as they strengthen our responsibility, they are true; insofar as they undercut our joy, they are wrong.