Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.
Never try to do anything that is outside of who you are. A forced smile is a sign of what feels wrong in your heart, so recognize it when it happens. Living a lie will reduce you to one.
We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. We feel rage. The feelings must be followed. It doesn't matter whether you're an ideologue or a sensualist, you follow the stimuli thinking that they're your signposts to the promised land. But they are nothing of the kind. What they are is rocks to navigate the past, each on your brush against, ripping you a little more open and they are always more on the horizon. But you can't face up to the that, so you force yourself to believe the bullshit of those you instinctively know are liars and you repeat those lies to yourself and to others, hoping that by repeating them often and fervently enough you'll attain the godlike status we accord those who tell the lies most frequently and most passionately. But you never do, and even if you could, you wouldn't value it, you'd realise that nobody believes in heroes any more. We know that they only want to sell us something we don't really want and keep from us what we really do need. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we're getting in touch with our condition at last. It's horrible how we always die alone, but no worse than living alone.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.
...even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable when it's used for selfish or cowardly reasons. - Mr. Penderwick
To those who abuse: the sin is yours, the crime is yours, and the shame is yours. To those who protect the perpetrators: blaming the victims only masks the evil within, making you as guilty as those who abuse. Stand up for the innocent or go down with the rest.
People trust their eyes above all else - but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there
You are beautiful. Know this. Anyone who tells you otherwise is simply lying. You are beautiful.
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.
Religion is like a blind man looking in a black room for a black cat that isn't there, and finding it.
I cannot encourage any fabrication even for the sake of making people feel good. If I were to fabricate consciously and knowingly, I would not only be ordaining myself their enemy, but also ordaining myself God's enemy.
What you don’t know won’t hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don’t know can hurt you very much.
A philosopher is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn't there. A theologian is the man who finds it.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
We awaken by asking the right questions. We awaken when we see knowledge being spread that goes against our own personal experiences. We awaken when we see popular opinion being wrong but accepted as being right, and what is right being pushed as being wrong. We awaken by seeking answers in corners that are not popular. And we awaken by turning on the light inside when everything outside feels dark.
Tell Me Who would you trust to tell you the absolute truth?
There is a difference between the irresistible impulse, and the impulse not resisted. And that is why the best thieves don't get caught.
Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.
If the Creator stood before a million men with the light of a million lamps, only a few would truly see him because truth is already alive in their hearts. Truth can only be seen by those with truth in them. He who does not have Truth in his heart, will always be blind to it.