#rut

all democrats are insane, but not one of them knows it ↗

— Mark Twain

#science

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#honesty #truth #enemy

Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#understanding #understanding

Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt. ↗

— Sherwood Smith

#society #truth #gossip

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before. ↗

— Robert James Waller

#discovery #hope #self-realization #truth #women

We are each made for goodness, love and compassion. Our lives are transformed as much as the world is when we live with these truths. ↗

— Desmond Tutu

#each #goodness #live #lives #love

Do I attribute my success to hard work, or sunscreen? If you want the truth, maybe you should ask my new albino secretary. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#ask #hard-work #secretary #success #sunscreen

But keeping secrets is a discipline. I never use to think of myself as a good liar, but after having had some practice I had adopted the prevaricator's credo that one doesn't so much fabricate a lie as marry it. A successful lie cannot be brought into this world and capriciously abandoned; like any committed relationship it must be maintained, and with far more devotion than the truth, which carries on being carelessly true without any help. By contrast, my lie needed me as much as I needed it, and so demanded the constancy of wedlock: Till death do us part. ↗

— Lionel Shriver

#lies #truth #death

Tirelessly they flew on and on, and tirelessly she kept pace. She felt a fierce joy possessing her, that she could command these immortal presences. And she rejoiced in her blood and flesh, in the rough pine bark she felt next to her skin, in the beat of her heart and the life of all her senses, and in the hunger she was feeling now, and in the presence of her sweet-voiced bluethroat dæmon, and in the earth below her and the lives of every creature, plant and animal both; and she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as they had nourished her. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#joy #life #ruta-skadi #death

To be content, horse people need only a horse, or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I'd tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. He'd lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I'd have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did. ↗

— Allan J. Hamilton

#dreams #grandfathers #horses #love #magic