truth

How would your life be different if_You approached all relationships with authenticity and honesty? Let today be the day_You dedicate yourself to building relationships on the solid foundation of truth and authenticity.

I'm thinking about past events. I'm interested in recall, exact recall, of what was said, who said it and to whom. I want to know the truth, undistorted by time and revision and wishes and regrets.

...someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I'm a collector of shavings.

I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.

Comes a day when everything you thought you had put behind you sets up its tent in the middle of what you were still hoping you could call tomorrow and yells out, __ight this way.__ell, here I come.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

When a Truthsayer's gifted by the drug, she can look many places in her memory - in her body's memory. We look down so many avenues of the past... but only feminine avenues... Yet there's a place no Truthsayer can see. We are repelled by it, terrorized. It is said a man will come one day and find in the gift of the drug his inward eye. He will look where we cannot - into both feminine and masculine pasts... Many men have tried the drug... so many, but none has succeeded.""They tried and failed, all of them?""They tried and died.

Wish for the best, prepare for the worst

An act of kindness may take only a moment of our time, but when captured in the heart the memory lives forever.

The magic of love is that it becomes our memory which we never can forget.

Life is a journey, education is our pleasure and our memory.

Happiness is in love, in service, and in beautiful memory.

Other than that, we have each told the truth, and each truth is our own.

When your heart knows the truth, it never forgets.

Those are the facts but not the truth, which does not even speak the same language.

In the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. And when you leave, don't forget why you came...

That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.

We are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember.