What Is Truth Quotes
I had a romantic, 'Aren't I a good girl?' take on divorce, but the truth is that was stupid.
A writer is one who communicates ideas and emotions people want to communicate but aren't quite sure how, or even if, they should communicate them.
If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.
The truth, the absolute truth, is that the chief beauty for the theatre consists in fine bodily proportions.
The truth is, natural organisms have managed to do everything we want to do without guzzling fossil fuels, polluting the planet or mortgaging the future.
There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.
I'm sure you think that I don't understand what you're going through, but I do. It's just that sometimes, our future is dictated by what we are, opposed to what we want.
I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.
Isn't it sad how some people's grip on their lives is so precarious that they'll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?
If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.
If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll end up miserable.
Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.
The free mind, unafraid of labor, presses on to attain the good.
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
The sole philosophy open to those who doubt the possibility of truth is absolute silence -- even mental.
It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
You take people, you put them on a journey, you give them peril, you find out who they really are.
At first, they'll only dislike what you say, but the more correct you start sounding the more they'll dislike you.
The laughter of the world is merely loneliness pathetically trying to reassure itself.
I have always been afraid... Always been pretending to follow you closely, alwyas been pretending to sharpen my teeth, when the truth is, I am ... scared to death just treading on your shadow.
I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.
Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.
A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.
That man is best who sees the truth himself. Good too is he who listens to wise counsel. But who is neither wise himself nor willing to ponder wisdom is not worth a straw.
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
History is idle gossip about a happening whose truth is lost the instant it has taken place.
A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity.
It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.
The human person finds his perfection "in seeking and loving what is true and good.
When men have come to the edge of a precipice, it is the lover of life who has the spirit to leap backwards, and only the pessimist who continues to believe in progress.
Everybody is original, if he tells the truth, if he speaks from himself. But it must be from his *true* self and not from the self he thinks he *should* be.
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?