The truth is always an insult or a joke, lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone's comfort
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.
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 thought. [Commencement Address at Yale University, June 11 1962]
I'm telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true
I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.
One lie has the power to tarnish a thousand truths.
Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they're used.
Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.
The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.
In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.
A lie can run round the world before the truth has got its boots on.
the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth
Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.
That is the curse of lying, Sister. Once you place that crown of the liar upon your head, you can take it off again, but it leaves a stain for all time.
The tongue may hide the truth but the eyesβnever!
I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.
At times to be silent is to lie. You will win because you have enough brute force. But you will not convince. For to convince you need to persuade. And in order to persuade you would need what you lack: Reason and Right
