Truth, meanwhile, was a weapon that even a damaged fist could still grasp and wield. It was a remarkably versatile commodity; it could be traded, or help serve an end, or produce a profit.
I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth.
Science, my lad, has been built upon many errors; but they are errors which it was good to fall into, for they led to the truth.
Science, my boy, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.
'Lady Wisdom' is my wife and those I reach with Truth understood are my children". ~R. Alan Woods [2012]
Jesus being the embodiment of the Truth thus makes everything He says 'essential' and Eternally valid". ~R. Alan Woods [2012]
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
Dissembling was so large a part of middle-class life that honesty and frankness seemed the most devious stratagem of all. The most outright lie was the closest one came to truth.
She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.
The vanity of intelligence is that the intelligent man is often more committed to 'one-upping' his opponent than being truthful. When the idea of intelligence, rather than intelligence itself, becomes a staple, there is no wisdom in it.
Truth in Christ is not a matter of being near or far like in martial arts when you strive for a black belt. He saves us then we grow; not the other way around.
There is a kind of truth in a well-told lie. When we look back, we don't see things as they were but how we would like them to have been.
Truth does not sit in a cave and hide like a lie. It wanders around proudly and roars loudly like a lion.
Sometimes the best way to learn a lesson isn't just hearing the words, but putting it into practice by experimenting with it and finding its truth for yourself instead of taking someone else’s word for it.
Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say “tell the truth,” and when you do, they don’t believe you. What’s the point?
The simple truth is that you can understand the way you are. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you're just a part of it.
Anyone who values truth should stop worshipping reason.
Rhiannon's Law #14: There is a reason the truth hurts. When you cease to feel the sting, it means you've stopped caring. And damn, wouldn't that be a total fucking waste?
They will set aside what they have believed about the world, divesting themselves of all preconceptions, all judgments.... They will do it, then they will send their minds out to seek the truth.
...actors today think that being true is being nice, or being some other "set" thing. That is not the truth. That is your miserable habit of boring everybody to death.
Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
