Quotes About TRUE

Perhaps a physicist would know at once why this whole idea was absurd. But then, perhaps a physicist would be so locked into the consensus of his scientific community that it would be harder for him to accept an idea that transformed the meaning of everything he knew. Even if it were true.

Paradox though it may seem - and paradoxes are always dangerous things - it is none the less true that Life imitates art far more than Art imitates life.

What a silly thing love is! It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything and it is always telling one things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true.

And of course it's true that any number of these books were penned in lieu of burning down the world—which was their author's true desire. But the real question is are we few the last of a lineage? Will children yet to come harbor a longing for a thing they cannot even name?

Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him.

Our thoughts are either focused on what's eternal, life-changing, and true, or lost in the details of our temporary, selfish, false beliefs.

Liz felt the loneliness of having confided something true to a person who didn't care.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

Expression of speech .. in what is written or said forget not that silence is also expressive, That anguish as hot as the hottest and contempt as cold as the coldest may be without words, That the true adoration is likewise without words and without kneeling.

The only true and effective operator's manual for spaceship earth is not a book that any human will ever write; it is hundreds of thousands of local cultures.

They are often in a shame-based system, which attempts to cover over and even destroy the True Self.

We don't have to do anything to be our True Self. It just is. If we simply let it be, it will express itself with no particular effort on our part. Indeed, any effort is usually in denying our awareness and expression of it.

Nothing is too long or too short either if you have a true and interesting tale and what I call a "graphic" writing style combined with educational aims.

In Newcastle, Kurt announced from the stage, "I am a homosexual, I am a drug user, and I fuck pot-bellied pigs," another classic Cobainism, though only one of his three claims was true.

Society mends its wounds. And that's invariably true in all the tragedies, in the comedies as well. And certainly in the histories.

Allow me to say, at the risk of appearing ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is motivated by great feelings of love.

One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back-to-back, they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise, got up and shot the two dead boys. If you don't believe this story's true, ask my blind uncle. He saw it too.

The soft extractive note of an aged cork being withdrawn has the true sound of a man opening his heart.

So we go round the dreary circle. One reform is obtained, and a fresh failing springs up to take its place. One man cannot put himself against a system winked at by the whole country. It is a pity, but 'tis true, and pity 'tis 'tis true.

Man is the religious animal. He is the only one that's got true religion, several of them.

As witnesses not of our intentions but of our conduct, we can be true or false, and the hypocrite's crime is that he bears false witness against himself. What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.

Every kind of integralism, open or disguised, is contrary in principle to true catholicity, which can win to itself and comprise all things only if it delivers itself up and dies like the seed to rise again.

Beauty is the last thing which the thinking intellect dares to approach, since only it dances as an uncontained splendor around the double constellation of the true and the good and their inseparable relation to one another.

It was clear to me that the forms of consciousness of our inherited and acquired historical education - aesthetic consciousness and historical consciousness - presented alienated forms of our true historical being.