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.
Is anyone ever going to tell the truth about what’s happening here?
What one does when faced with the truth is more difficult than you would think.
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 audience knows the truth, the world is simple. It’s miserable, solid all the way through. But if you could fool them, even for a second, then you could make them wonder. And then you got to see something very special.
This is it. The moment of truth.[to Anna]
The truth, Helen, is always the right answer.
The truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.[to Natasha]
