Quotes about Truth

All hearts have but one request. One simple, unspoken, undeniable need. One undeniable fear. To be known. You can stamp it out. Kill it. Box it up and hem it in. Numb it and close the door. Bury it and nail it shut. Encase it in stone. But eventually, the needs of the heart will tear the door off the hinges, unearth it, and crack the stone. No prison ever built could house it. Those of us who think we can are lying to ourselves. And those next to us. Hope never dies.

We wrestle and search. But regardless of where we search and how we try to answer the question or what we ingest, inject, or swallow to numb the nagging, only the Father gets to tell us who we are. Period.

Truth is, our hardship does not determine His character or His love for us, and it doesn't make Him any less King or any less capable or any less good or any less in love with us. The choice is ours.

For we alone are the keepers of the letters that set us free.

Story is the bandage of the broken. Sutures of the shattered. The tapestry upon which we write our lives. Upon which we lay the bodies of the dying and the about-to-come-to-life. And if it's honest, true, hiding nothing, revealing all, then it is a raging river and those who ride it find they have something to give—that they are not yet empty.

The truth is the only thing that doesn't hurt. The truth is a giant hand. It both cuts and holds us tight.

Learning more truth is a poor and cheap substitute for stopping and putting into action the truth already learned

The best way in the world to deceive believers is to cloak a message in religious language and declare that it conveys some new insight from God.

We are either in the process of resisting God's truth or in the process of being shaped and molded by his truth.

It is alike your interest and mine and all men's, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth.

Truth is the breath of life to human society. It is the food of the immortal spirit. Yet a single word of it may kill a man as suddenly as a drop of prussic acid.

[T]ruth is incontrovertible. Panic may resent it. Ignorance may deride it. Malice may distort it. But there it is.