#lie

Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. ↗

— Voltaire

#believe #believing #beyond #consists #power

And with a kiss I die ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #romeo-and-juliet #death

In this age, lies were the universal lubricant of the culture. A love of Truth and commitment to it were seldom rewarded and were often punished. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#lies #punished #rewarded #truth #age

You want these back, don't you? You want me out of here so you can come back and take over where you left off. I don't blame you. It's your body and your brain-and your life, even though you weren't able to make much use of it. I don't have the right to take it away from you. Nobody does. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?... ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #death

Image is only temporal. Substance endures. Who said, "Image is everything"? And who believed it? ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#endurance #image #quotes #substabce #death

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. ↗

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

#creeds #doubt #faith #half #honest

Indeed, Miss Manners has come to believe that the basic political division in this country is not between liberals and conservatives but between those who believe that they should have a say in the love lives of strangers and those who do not. ↗

— Judith Martin

#believe #between #come #conservatives #country

Believe in me and you shall die, forever. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death #forever #death

Don Bradman will bat no more against England, and two contrary feelings dispute within us: relief, that our bowlers will no longer be oppressed by this phenomenon; regret, that a miracle has been removed from among us. So must ancient Italy have felt when she heard of the death of Hannibal. ↗

— R.C. Robertson-Glasgow

#bradman #cricket #england #hannibal #italy

The walls were coming down around me, but still, I couldn't imagine telling the truth. Not now. It was too late. How can I tell Mom and Dad what we'd done? It would ruin everything. It would ruin their image of me; it would ruin every thought they'd ever had about who I was. It would be another death.Another loss. Another miscarriage. ↗

— Dana Reinhardt

#death #lie #truth #death