Truth Quotes - Page 40

When you take an action to improve humanity, you are happy.

Truth, at times is just an accepted opinion

The children around our house have a saying that everything is either true, not true, or one of Mother's delusions. Now, I don't know about the true things or the not-true things, because there seem to be so many of them, but I do know about Mother's delusions, and they're solid. They range from the conviction that the waffle iron, unless watched, is going to strangle the toaster, to the delusion that electricity pours out of an empty socket onto your head, and nothing is going to change any one of them.The very nicest thing about being a writer is that you can afford to indulge yourself endlessly with oddness, and nobody can really do anything about it, as long as you keep writing and kind of using it up, as it were. I am, this morning, endeavoring to persuade you to join me in my deluded world; it is a happy, irrational, rich world, full of fairies and ghosts and free electricity and dragons, and a world beyond all others fun to walk around in. All you have to do---and watch this carefully please--is keep writing. As long as you write it away regularly, nothing can really hurt you.

Remember, truth cannot be conquered. One has to surrender to truth, one has to be conquered by truth.

We, humans, have come up with so many superficialities that are completely unnecessary for our existence and happiness on earth.

There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were people who lied because they were waiting for it to be time to tell the truth.

Life is a natural phenomenon – and by mystifying it, one only disgraces its natural beauty.

It's funny whom we end up choosing to love and who ends up choosing to love us. It's rarely the people we think it should be.

People only lie because they are afraid of the truth

Religious structure often dilutes the spiritual experience.

They were all fitting into place, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I had tried to piece together with my fumbling fingers and they had never fitted. Frank's odd manner when I spoke about Rebecca. Beatrice and her rather diffident negative attitude. The silence that I had always taken for sympathy and regret was a silence born of shame and embarrassment. It seemed incredible to me now that I had never understood. I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because they could not break out from their own web of shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly built up a great wall in front of them that hid the truth. This was what I had done. I had built up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth. Had I made one step forward out of my own shyness Maxim would have told these things four months, five months ago.

Beautiful untrue things are even more beautiful when they're true.

You push forward, you fight the demons, you keep moving. Fear tries to paralyze you, to keep you from moving. It stops success, it stops progress - when you do things afraid, you're still accomplishing your goals, only you're doing it knowing that you are truly conquering the Everest in your life.

Have peace in knowing, dear ones, that we are all composed of energy. Energy never dies. It is always changing and transforming.

Don't ask creator to guide your footsteps if you're not willing to move your feet.

Love and kindness are in the root of all creations.

Kindness is the magical beauty of a person.

No one ever wants to hear how stressed out anyone else is, because most of the time everyone is stressed out. Going on and on in detail about how stressed out I am isn’t conversation. It’ll never lead anywhere. No one is going to say, “Wow, Mindy, you really have it especially bad. I have heard some stories of stress, but this just takes the cake.

We all have a " someone " who we carry in our hearts sometimes for an entire lifetime. That one that just doesn't fully remove itself from your journey, reminded at coffee shops through scent and character of a stranger, or a song that you once shared. Years can go by without a thought and then one day you are reminded and it all comes crashing back. The one that could have been, the one that you never knew exactly how to say goodbye to. The one you wish to meet first in another life.

You aren't happy," Estela says."I can't be happy," I say."Look at me, Kenzie.""I'm looking at you, Estela.""Do you know your own heart?""I don't know anything.""Go," she says, "and think. And don't come back until you know.

Spirit is love inside the love.

For a man who walks in the light, to stay humble is not to walk in the dark; you don't need to project yourself to be thought an honest man.

Savor every little bit of life and spin your own wonderfully beautiful web.

We create ourselves endlessly.

Love has no distance or barrier, it's instantaneous.

There is some fiction, in all fact; and some fact, in all fiction.

Enthusiasm and passions are the fundamental ingredients of all success.

He hurt me,” I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat.“And he’ll probably hurt you again.  But you know what?  You’ll hurt him too.  When you’re with someone for a long time, it’s impossible not to feel hurt." - Larene.

For some women, they need a man. For others, men need them.

Today we have to learn all over again that love for the sinner and love for the person who has been harmed are correctly balanced if I punish the sinner in the form that is possible and appropriate. In this respect there was in the past a change of mentality, in which the law and the need for punishment were obscured. Ultimately this also narrowed the concept of law, which in fact is not only just being nice or courteous, but is found in the truth. And another component of the truth is that I must punish the one who has sinned against real love

Unconditional love goes beyond holding on and letting go. Real love is about truth. It's about looking at what's really going on instead of the stories we tell ourselves about it. It's about being able to love someone from afar, when we need to, because we see that closeness turns us into the worst versions of ourselves.

There is a kind of truth in everything, even fairytales. In fact, especially in fairytales... The King understood it as he looked out from the roof of the Temple and saw the clouds flying past and the green fields far beneath him. He knew that some things are real whether you believe in them or not...(The Thirteenth King)

When you believe in your beauty, only then can everyone see it.

There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth."Vashet smiled lazily. "And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart, [...}

Our perception is our window to the world, and we need to wipe the dust off of our window often so we can continue to see through it clearly.

Facts are like cows. If you look them in the face long enough, they generally run away.

Love is never perfect, big brother. It's what you make of the imperfections in it that makes the ride worthwhile.

Pritchard tutted. "Justice? Justice is even more problematic than truth. It's an emergent property of a very complicated system.

With your, love touch someone's heart, feel their soul, enjoy their bliss, share your joy, and then become their friend.

Today is the best day with great possibilities and opportunities, so change yourself to start a new beginning.

We are willing to believe anything other than the truth.

the squeeky wheel gets the grease.

Because He loves us. And love does not demand enslavement, but... love desires a partnership. Our Creator seeks true communication between us and Him. He won't force anyone to love Him. We decide for ourselves.

Personal truth differs from one person to the next, so how can truth itself be a constant? At least we can listen to each other in truth.

For wordsmiths and masters of words, without necessarily being harsh with words, the words have a tendency to shoot straight to the hearts of people, and this either deeply touches them or deeply angers them. Like the apostles in all their loving controversies are those who are masters of words while combining this gift with truth.

The subjective experience of intense pain (“That’s all I can take”) corresponds exactly to one’s subjective experience in relation to truth (“That’s all I can take”).

Lies sound like facts to those who've been conditioned to mis-recognize the truth.

I turn to Willa Cather’s quote: Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

Some wounds; never reflects on the skin, but kills us slowly from inside.

Many people would fight against the idea that they are corrupt. While in the real sense, they are corrupt because they don’t live by the principles of honesty and truth.

It is not enough to be a man.

...one could accept Muhammad as a genuine mystic—just as one could accept Joan of Arc's voices as having genuinely been heard by her, or the revelations of Saint John the Divine as being that troubled soul's 'real' experiences—without needing also to accept that, had one been standing next to the Prophet of Islam on Mount Hira that day, one would also have seen the Archangel.

They don't directly listen to you.They just hear things within their minds that triggered by your words.

Feet shuffled closer then halted when Reeve said, “Touch her, I’ll break your neck.

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.

When you cross that chasm so that what you believe to be true merges into what is actually true, you have earned the right to inner peace.

Love yourself because everyone is jealous of you.

Tolstoy was a Caucasian, Gandhi was an Asian, and Martin Luther King Jr. was a Negro, yet all of their hearts were inspired by the one idea of nonviolent resistance. King received it from Gandhi, Gandhi received it from Tolstoy, and Tolstoy received it from Christ.

Deception is mostly a game we play with ourselves.

And they danced with laughter and tears. They swung each other round and round, the first and last time in years.