It is a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth,' and so it goes away. Puzzling.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The truth knocks on the door and you say, go away, I'm looking for the truth, and it goes away. Puzzling.
Truth disappears with the telling of it.
Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.
Truth is a demure lady, much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there, but people must want her, and seek her out.
The truth always finds it's way out, even years and years and years later. The truth always prevails.
It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the concept of truth, I don't even know what people mean by it.
Ah, well, the truth is always one thing, but in a way it's the other thing, the gossip, that counts. It shows where people's hearts lie.
The search for the truth is not for the faint hearted.
Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't goin' away.