lie

Simple minded people do things like gossip, lie, spread rumors, and cause troubles. But, I know you're more intelligent.

It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

Truth is as straight as an arrow, while a lie swivels like a snake.

Trivers, pursuing his theory of the emotions to its logical conclusion, notes that in a world of walking lie detectors the best strategy is to believe your own lies. You can__ leak your hidden intentions if you don__ think they are your intentions. According to his theory of self-deception, the conscious mind sometimes hides the truth from itself the better to hide it from others. But the truth is useful, so it should be registered somewhere in the mind, walled off from the parts that interact with other people.

The inability to get something out of your head is a signal that shouts, __on__ forget to deal with this!_ As long as you experience fear or pain with a memory or flashback, there is a lie attached that needs to be confronted. In each healing step, there is a truth to be gathered and a lie to discard.

It's not a lie if you don't tell the truth.But it's fucked up if you falsify the fact.

Sometimes things happen. Things happen even when you don't intend them to happen. Maybe at the beginning you had good intentions, or no intentions, or intentions you thought were harmless, but before you knew it things got out of control....Sometimes things take on a life of their own. You become powerless. There is nothing you can do to stop certain things from happening.

How do text messages make you feel existential?I start thinking about exactly that: how people can edit a thought before sending it out to the world. They can make themselves seem more well spoken than they are, or funnier, smarter. I start thinking that no one in the world is who they say the are, then my mind goes to how I also edit myself, not just online but in real life, except for those rare instances like right now where I'm ranting- even though that's a lie because I've had this train of thought before and damned if I didn't tweak it in my head a few times to make it sound better- and then my mind starts racing so furiously I can't control my thoughts, and I start thinking about robots and wondering if I'm even a real person.

Though at opposite ends of our country, Maine and Hawaii are, other than climate, much alike. Places where you say who you are, be who you are, keep your word, and don't cheat or lie to take advantage of each other. Where you protect other folks because they are your tribe.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

To say that the first casualty of war is truth is to miss the rather more important point that a principal weapon of war is lies.

If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.

Many lies lie between one truth.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling falsehood.

Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.

They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.

Truth does not sit in a cave and hide like a lie. It wanders around proudly and roars loudly like a lion.