People tell lies about you, and other people believe them. And it gets to the point where the lies might as well be the truth.
People seek the truth, no matter where they find it.
People can lie and still be telling the truth. Nobody’s a hundred percent of any one thing.
Nothing about the truth is simple.
It’s hard when you love someone. You see the person that they were, the person they could still become. You close your eyes to the truth.
If you cannot be honest with yourself, how can you get the truth out of anyone else?
If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.
If the truth hurts, you ain’t living right.
I’m afraid the truth is vastly overrated.
Hard truths cut both ways.
Finding truth is more than a search for data. It’s an excavation of self. You have to keep going, no matter where it takes you. Because nothing can stay hidden forever.
Everyone stretches the truth a bit in memos to head office.
