- There are two mistakes one can make on the road to truth: not going all the way and not leaving.
- I never dreamed of being Shakespeare or Goethe, and I never expected to possess the great mirror of truth about the world. I only dreamed of having with me a small pocket mirror, the kind a woman can carry in her handbag, which reflects small imperfections, and some great beauties, when held close enough to the heart.
- The problem with truth is not just that it is confused with lies. In seeking ‘truth’, one must also choose between different truths.
- The greatest enemy of any one of our truths can be the rest of our truth.
- I have a passion for French poets, for the stormy sea, for children’s laughter, for the needle scratching a record, for things that are true.
- Sincerity is a child’s smile, laughter after a tickle, a spring meadow, a homemade cake, a hand in which you feel the right fit.
- One thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.
- Repeat a lie a hundred, a thousand, a million times and it will become a truth.
- All great truths begin as blasphemies.
- Every truth goes through three stages: first, it is ridiculed; then it is violently contested; finally, it is accepted as obvious.
- He who does not know the truth is a fool, but he who, knowing it, calls it a lie, is a delinquent.
- What is Truth? In matters of religion, it is simply the opinion that has survived. In matters of science, it is the ultimate feeling. In matters of art, it is the last mood of an individual.
- There is nothing that requires more caution than the truth: telling it is like having your heart bleed. It takes as much skill to know how to say it as it does to know how to keep quiet about it.
- If you want to become a true seeker of truth, at least once in your life you must doubt, as deeply as possible, all things.
- Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth?”.
- An exhausting repetition where the last truth already rings untrue.
… There are days when the world lies, days when it tells the truth. Tonight it speaks the truth – and with what sad, insistent beauty…🌷
