The Will To Truth Quotes
It's always the people who strive to find, and tell you about one of your imperfections, that want to feel one step above you. The truth is their ten steps below you with nothing better to say.
I have never seen a strong and better weapon as truth. When you are honest you will just love it. People are afraid of the truth because of its sharpness, that’s why they’re liars.
Every relationship that we have with people today is either lifting us up or dragging us down
You must stop been so carnal and learn to say no to people, if it concerns the things of God
we will never be tempted to live by the standards of other people or to be guided by someone else’s opinions if we know who we are
Focusing on you target will enable you to achieve more in your life than any ordinary person can ever do
It is all too common for people to invest tine into appearance but not in developing their inner man
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
It is difficult to stop people from thinking on their own and exceedingly so, to get them to think on their own.
The truth of the world is that in every group you will find some good and some bad people - which is why i am keenly aware that no group is ALL bad, just as no group is ALL good.
Adversity has the remarkable ability of introducing the real you to yourself.
In love, in war, truth is rubber that can be pulled and stretched into an infinite number of shapes.
He wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.
I have suffered a loss, Forrest, far greater than my legs. It's my spirit, my soul, if you will. There is only a blank there now - medals where my soul used to be.
Shame on the misguided, the blinded, the distracted and the divided. Shame. You have allowed deceptive men to corrupt and desensitize your hearts and minds to unethically fuel their greed.
If war is hard - and it is, forever and always - then after war is just as hard, in a different way.
We are here to create our dreams. We are here to make our life so beautifully true to ourselves that it can never be replicated, a stunning masterpiece added to the world.
Dreams can exist but not come trueAnd if you don't believe me just ask yourselfHow can the universe know what you want, If it never hears it from you
If you have never met a woman that would never give up, then you have never met a woman that has seen miracles.
Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.
And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.
I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.
She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.
It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.
She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.
With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.
He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.
She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.
He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.
Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.
That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. My pulse. My blood is hope.
I realized the world around me was fragmented and broken... I had to be gentle enough not to scrape against the jagged pieces. I would not be cut today.
She is beyond any mortal structure of words, yet she inspires the effort to try anyway.
That's what really broke me, she was better than any fantasy I could hope to imagine. I've spent my life creating, yet she was pristine the likes of which I could never fashion.
She was exactly right and wrong in the perfect sort of way. This kiss would be the first of many, she was the type of girl I would desperately fight for to stay.
She was the half-whispers born from half-thoughts, the half-breaths of dying half-hearts.
You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.