Maybe it’s time we all stop trying to outsmart the truth and let it have its day.
You’ll hunt me. You’ll condemn me. Set the dogs on me. Because that’s what needs to happen. Because sometimes the truth isn’t good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.
Without hope or agenda – Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you.
What one does when faced with the truth is more difficult than you would think.
Is anyone ever going to tell the truth about what’s happening here?
Women always figure out the truth. Always.
The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read.
The truth is… I gave my heart away a long time ago. My whole heart. And I never really got it back.
The truth, Helen, is always the right answer.
The truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.[to Natasha]
The truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people all the time.
The truth can be glimpsed only through the eyes of death.
