If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high you'd laugh and say nothing that simple, but you've been told many times before messiah's point you to the door though no one's got the guts to leave the temple.
Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.
No one wants the truth if it is inconvenient.
… facts are like cows. If you stare them in the face hard enough, they generally run away.
The quotation is text uttered by one of her characters.
I think the hardest stories we tell are always the ones about ourselves. And as a journalist, I was taught that I'm never supposed to put myself in the story. So I spent what, 11, 12 years of my life writing about other people so I don't have to face my own life.
How do you talk about the Holocaust? How do you talk about slavery? Probably the best thing to do is just be quiet and hide from it, forget about it. Except, then it jumps up and bites you. Because it's there.
Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.
Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.
I don't believe you get to just act like things didn't happen because it's uncomfortable or sad.
The "brightness" of the 15 percent might or might not indicate a profound feeling for the causes of things; it is largely verbal and symbol-manipulating, and is almost certainly partly an obsessional device not to know and touch risky matter, just as Freud long ago pointed out that the nagging questions of small children are a substitute for asking the forbidden questions.
When you blame and criticize others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself.
It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.
ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crisis with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth.
It is astonishing the lengths to which a person, or a people, will go in order to avoid a truthful mirror.
Pretend hard enough and maybe it will go away.
I've seen many men avoid the region of good advice before they were really near it.
There is such a thing as truth, but we have a vested interest in not seeing it, in avoiding it.
A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.
Like any good shaman, professional baseball player, or politician, my mother always answered questions with questions.
The human mind isn't a terribly logical or consistent place. Most people, given the choice to face a hideous or terrifying truth or to conveniently avoid it, choose the convenience and peace of normality. That doesn't make them strong or weak people, or good or bad people. It just makes them people.
Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you so I blow my cig smoke right at the truth commercial.
Trump's inability to face the truth of his loss to Biden might explain why he has barely faced reporters at all in the closing weeks of his presidency. Even more remarkably, he rarely ever called into his favorite TV shows.
He had fought back with every weapon in his arsenal, being alternatively obtuse, evasive and pedantic, for it was wonderful how you could obscure an emotional issue by appearing to seek precision.