No Truth Quotes
All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of me.
It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death.
I always thought time was the most valuable currency, but I realized the people we spent our time on and loved us back, that love held even more meaning to me.
I was burdened with an ever-growing heart on the verge of decay. To save myself, I had to give many pieces of my love away. I hope I can give it all to someone, someday.
It was a slow fall, through warm experiences and good laughs. It didn't even feel like love until I got to the end. Even then, it was not the hard surface of rock, but the scorching embrace of more.
I wanted to know every story behind the scars on her curves. I wanted to decipher the whispers hidden beneath her every breath. I wanted to unravel her with my hands.
They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets and their desires carved my skin.
Inside, my soul is curled tightly bearing the burden of massive sins from another life. And my eyes look far at the hell around me... a sharp grin tugs at the corner of my lips.
And in my novels I live many lives. Substitutes of spontaneity to replace a dreary reality. How I live for those inky black words and kaleidoscope colored experiences.
I wear my past around my shoulders as a fine, but worn, cloak. Don't be fooled by my cloak's appearance, I have a three piece underneath.
I was the wings that kept her aloft, while the churning sea of reality nipped at her feet. I kept her from drowning, but I still felt bad, that her toes had to experience such dreadful cold.
Everyone is their own, though they are so alone. They all sit on their imagined thrones, made only of their own bones. Ego and pride make exquisite delusional cushions.
It was a burden on all her muscles. A hollow deeper than her bones. She braced herself though, she knew why Atlas stood so tall.
I don't know anymore, whether it's a curse or a blessing to see the beauty in the ugly. Growing up simply and getting old complexly. I now see reason behind sin, and love behind pain.
And they danced with laughter and tears. They swung each other round and round, the first and last time in years.
All religious and spiritual practices lead to one deep realisation: We Are One. All is One.
What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.
Truth can set you free only when you embrace it. Just knowing without accepting won't work.
The length of our lives are far shorter then we realise and half of the time when we become aware of such truth, we have lived most of it as someone else.
the truth is not supposed to free you from the truth, just from everything else
Open your mind a little, don't believe everything you hear, see or read, the world is so caught up in trying to avoid the topics that matter that you'll lose yourself trying to become like it.
When evil rules a time and place, certain good people are called upon to tell the truth to those who don't want to hear it.
She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly
When picking a leader, choose a peacemaker. One who unites, not divides. A cultured leader who supports the arts and true freedom of speech, not censorship.
Censorship is alive and well in America.
Love can only be true and free when you are fully healed from painful past and any form of brokenness.
It’s hard to tell sometimes if Etheny’s stories are true, as you will see, so I will lay down the story as she told it to me to allow you to decide for yourself.
If they succeed, you will not be packed off to some idyllic farm, where you can write bad poetry, we will both be executed.
You don’t get rich writing science fiction. If you want to get rich, you start a religion.
Truth can only be found in a person's record of actions, not their list of intentions.
You cannot clean a dirty wall with dirty hands.
Reality does not yield to wishful thinking and truth cannot be established by a political party (or any other organization for that matter).
Blind party loyalty will be our downfall. We must follow the truth wherever it leads.