Truth Quotes - Page 187

The truth really does set you free — but what they don’t tell you is the process hurts like hell.

Does life has any value without love?

Show a man too many camels' bones,or show them to him too often,and he will not be able to recognize a camel when he comes across a live one.

She was a woman who lived however she wished without care for another, without putting the needs of those around her before her own selfish opinions. We are breeding a nation of such thinkers and individuals--intent on personal expression at all costs--and that will lead to war. I might be more a successful writer if I did not seek to address human truth, but rather spewed out my own limited opinions without care for reader or critic or any kind of propriety.

A writer inevitably - and less directly this applies to all the arts - about contemporary events, and his impulse is to tell what he believes to be truth. But no government, no big organisation, will pay for the truth.

The act of giving with love opens the door of abundance.

To be, is to be in love.

Wherever you love everything around you, forgive the past, show the gratitude, feel the joy of life, because you are a miracle still alive.

I never thought before,” said Tirin unruffled, “of the fact that there are people sitting on a hill, up there, on Urras, looking at Anarres, at us, and saying, ‘Look, there’s the Moon.’ Our earth is their Moon; our Moon is their earth.” “Where, then, is Truth?” declaimed Bedap, and yawned. “In the hill one happens to be sitting on,” said Tirin.

Oh love! You are like a light bulb in my life.I am in deep darkness without you.

It is right that one must come so far to see the world as it is meant to be.

Why is this so hard?” I whispered.His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.

People write about "How they feel"... "Where they are now"...

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction. And you a woman of lies and deceit, stumbling forward on two left feet. You are an exquisite figurine of an incomprehensible place, While I, a soldier of my cause, my race. A single sip of you would satiate thirst, hunger and empty. Yet, you stand unmoved, comfortable knowing you could stave desires plenty. To my heart, you are known as 'shatter.' Between saint and sin, you are the latter. End, not even my finest words will matter. The still, the silence, even then, you are famine to my soul. My chest lacks certain weight now; I simply wish to be whole. Now, I stand before you broken, humbled and so bare, Only to see your infinite eyes brimming with no care. Your heart is a cauldron that burns darkest fuel. And I a remnant of smog, the overly-bitter fool. The man of fiction stumbles forward on two left feet, The woman of lies weaves words of conviction and deceit.

In my mind, learning to fly was a very logical alternative. I honestly saw no other way to free myself from this torture other than to fly just like the birds did; the birds were completely free"​

The more thou search, the more thou shall marvel.

Learn the truth...never assume.Understand the plight...never judge.Put yourself in someone's shoes...never hurt.Think before you act, reason before you react.

I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something.

I never can love you deep enough or long enough to satisfy me.

No two person, ever read the same book.

You must keep looking on the bright side, because you won't find anything in the dark.

I am lost in the midst of love and joy.Who will show me the path to happiness?

Come out my friend. Come out from the narrow lanes of darkness into the vivacious light of the day.

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.

Is a man truly what he see himself to be?''Only if what he sees is true.

You had an image of life inside you, a belief or an ideal, that you were ready to do good deeds, to suffer, and to sacrifice – and by degrees you noticed that the world had no need of your good deeds, or sacrifices, and such like; that life was not an heroic tale, with roles for heroes, and such like, but a comfortable bourgeois parlour, where one is perfectly satisfied with eating and drinking, coffee and knitted stockings, tarot readings and music on the radio. And he who wants otherwise and has the heroic and the beautiful inside him, the veneration of great poets or the adoration of saints inside him, he is a fool and a knight errant, a latter day Don Quixote?

The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie--deliberate, contrived and dishonest--but the myth--persistent, persuasive and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the cliches of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of th

Never judge anyone but to love and understand everyone.

Without love life will be a flower garden without flowers.

There are many kinds of truth: societal truths, religious truths, fundamental truths, scientific truths, and universal truths. Your truth should be what you can trust with your heart.

Fantasy is unconstrained by truth.

No matter where you are, you are just one thought away from happiness. Forget everything; just think about happiness and everything will change.

Success is important but what you become on the way to success is more important.

Hope can be foolish or misguided, but there was no such thing as false hope. Hope was always true even when there was no evidence to support its claim.” - Liam

If what we presently believe to be true is not producing a Kingdom result, we may need to reconsider what we believe to be true.

Trustful people are the pure at heart, as they are moved by the zeal of their own trustworthiness.

Make no mistake about it. We are born blind, deaf, and mute. It is neither these eyes that give us sight, nor these ears that give us sound. It is not even these lips that give us voice. It is only love. Love makes us seek beauty and truth. Love yearns to connect. To experience. To understand. So close your eyes at once. Don’t utter a word. Perk up your ears and listen to that silent sound inside you where all this is found.

the truth she gathered, enlarging her strength, enlarged likewise the composure that comes of strength.

You express the truth of your character with the choice of your actions.

There is the truth , the perception of truth, and versions that don't even come close; but it's the perception that creates the most conflict every time.

As a young girl I was told the truth. I knew about death. I was afraid to lose but not afraid to die.

Just because you took longer than others, doesn’t mean you failed.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead.Everything else is just a bump in the road.

See yourself as you really are.Accept the good and the bad.Only then can you truly share yourself with another.

I feel lucky for my upbringing and tremendous adversity, which made me so successful, now I like to devote my life to improve lives of others, who are facing adversity every day.

Think that today is the best day of your life and, with love and kindness, change yourself to begin the first day of the rest of your existing life.

If a faithful account was rendered of man's ideas upon the Divinity, he would be obliged to acknowledge, that for the most part the word Gods has been used to express the concealed, remote, unknown causes of the effects he witnessed; that he applies this term when the spring of natural, the source of known causes ceases to be visible: as soon as he loses the thread of these causes, or as soon as his mind can no longer follow the chain, he solves the difficulty, terminates his research, by ascribing it to his gods; thus giving a vague definition to an unknown cause, at which either his idleness, or his limited knowledge, obliges him to stop. When, therefore, he ascribes to his gods the production of some phenomenon, the novelty or the extent of which strikes him with wonder, but of which his ignorance precludes him from unravelling the true cause, or which he believes the natural powers with which he is acquainted are inadequate to bring forth; does he, in fact, do any thing more than substitute for the darkness of his own mind, a sound to which he has been accustomed to listen with reverential awe?

To be great, be whole;Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.Be whole in everything. Put all you areInto the smallest thing you do.So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendorBecause it blooms up above.

All great and successful people stayed alone with themselves to develop their gift

There is no conscience in a real war.

A genius is no more—and no less—than someone who insists on the truth, while others face the other way.

Reality does not yield to wishful thinking and truth cannot be established by a political party (or any other organization for that matter).

The eternal child. - We think that play and fairy tales belong to childhood:how shortsighted that is! As though we would want at any time of life tolive without play and fairy tales! We give these things other names, to besure, and feel differently about them, but precisely this is the evidencethat they are the same things - for the child too regards play as his workand fairy tales as his truth. The brevity of life ought to preserve us from apedantic division of life into different stages - as though each broughtsomething new - and a poet ought for once to present a man of twohundred: one, that is, who really does live without play and fairy tales.

The world is naturally averse to all truth it sees or hears but swallows nonsense and a lie with greediness and gluttony.

Our mind has evolved in such a way that new wants keep appearing in it relentlessly. But do not confuse them with needs. Needs are necessity, but wants are luxury.

Once you die, that’s it – game over.

Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

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.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.

He is the best fighter who fights with love for the world peace.