My mother (and Samuel Clemens) always said: "If you don't lie, you never have to remember anything..."
I've found a selection of quotes about lies I enjoyed; from Albert Einstein to Marilyn Monroe.
I hope you enjoy them too:
The Truth with a capital T; The truth may be out there.
“The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.” » Terry Pratchett
“A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.” » Mark Twain
“Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons.” » Michael Jackson
"Tell the truth boldly, whether it hurts or not. Never pander to weakness. If truth is too much for intelligent people and sweeps them away, let them go; the sooner the better.” » Swami Vivekananda
“Those who cry the loudest are not always the ones who are hurt the most.” » Aesop
“Anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.” » Albert Einstein
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” » Oscar Wilde
“If you ever injected truth into politics you would have no politics.” » Will Rogers
“Truth suffers from too much analysis.” » Frank Herbert
“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.” » Marcus Aurelius
“If you don’t want to slip up tomorrow, speak the truth today.” » Bruce Lee
“The truth is not for all men but only for those who seek it.” » Ayn Rand
“The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool.” » Stephen King
“A lie told often enough becomes the truth.” » Vladimir Lenin
“The purpose of argument is to change the nature of truth.” » Frank Herbert
“If you’re going to be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.” » Marilyn Monroe
The Biggest Lies
The Top Four Lies
My Substance Abusing, Addicted,
and I Share!
Big lie number one will get the officer to make you do stupid human tricks every time. You're better off to show him all your AA chips and say "I don't drink". It's a lie too.
Lie number two is one of those lies I tell myself. If you're so sure, give it a try some time. If you can't go a week without a drink, you might want to check the truth meter
Lie number three is another lie I tell myself. I don't think I've ever had ONE beer. Maybe one PITCHER, or more like ten beers, but one? Never. It's well, frankly, a lie.
Lie number four is not one we tell ourselves, but that has been told to us. Every time I pick up a glass (or a bottle) it contains a magic elixir concocted by my non-existent friend...
But officer, all I had was two beers..
I can quit any time I want...
C'mon, we'll just have ONE beer...
The greatest lie the devil ever pulled: I don't exist...
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One of the many therapeutic tasks I was assigned in rehab was to write a letter. It was to my drinking buddy Jack. You know, Jack Daniels. Well for some strange reason, I wrote it on my computer instead of by hand even though my therapist told me to do it by hand so it Read more about Dear Jack[…]
It’s all a mystery to me sometimes. Why do we meet, drink coffee, smoke cigarettes and and talk? My friend Steven calls it The Most Loving Show On Earth. Usually I see him on Sunday afternoons. Today I’m spending what Gary Chapman calls quality time with my lovely wife. Happy Sunday Steven. At least I’m Read more about The Most Loving Show On Earth[…]
It is not a pleasant thing to watch the spread of truth. The truth crosses the landscape, half an angel and half a zombie. The truth crosses the landscape looking like a hero to some and a devil to many. The truth lifts some people up and dances with them and the truth suckerpunches other Read more about I Don’t Know…[…]
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I am a curious guy. It’s in my blood. But then curiosity is one of those dopamine responses. Read my post on Little Addictions, and you’ll realize that we are addicted to everything. Literally EVERYTHING. The brain was designed to be curious; to love a ‘good’ plot and narrative, and to learn new things. As Read more about A Muted Cry from Myself…[…]
…The Tyranosaur doesn’t obey any set patterns… The essence of chaos. It [chaos] deals with predictability in complex systems. The shorthand is the ‘Butterfly Effect’. The butterfly flaps it’s wings in Beijing and in Central Park you get rain instead of sunshine… I’m going too fast, I did a flyby… ..Tiny variations [that] never repeat and Read more about Children of Chaos[…]
We’re all just spirits you know. Spirits in a material world. We are made up of four parts. The physical, the intellectual, the emotional and the spiritual. Hmm… This is a blog about my dealings with drugs and alcohol. Well, no it’s about my dealing with ALCOHOL. What is it that drugs and alcohol have to do with all Read more about Spirits[…]
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Faith and Trust. These are two different things. Faith and trust are indeed contradictory. Trust is earned, faith is blind. Faith requires no evidence for belief or practice. The very nature of faith surmises that tangible evidence doesn’t exist. Otherwise, there is manifestation. Trust is based largely on evidence that is real. In order to trust, there are usually some verifiable facts. Trust is the Read more about Blind Faith[…]
…And everybody fucking hates poetry. I heard this line in ‘The Big Short’. Nobody saw it coming. Nobody ever does. Let’s just ride the wave. I’m making money man. There can’t be an end to THAT. Denial ain’t just that river. I watched the movie with some trepidation, but having seen how it all happened, Read more about Truth is like Poetry[…]
Men, do you feel your passion? Well, if you’re like me, it’s one of those icky feeling things we try our best to ignore. One of my therapists tells me there are really only four basic emotions. An article (“…A new study says..”) published in Atlantic Monthly way back in January of 2014 (Hmmm… A Read more about Passion[…]
LA, city of the fallen angels. I’ve lived here all my life. My dad visited LA during World War II. They wouldn’t let him join the army, but that’s another story for another time. He worked for the post office and travelled around; Utah, California, Los Angeles. He was born and raised in Minnesota, so Read more about City of the Fallen Angels[…]
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It’s been a long week. The days sometimes go by slowly. It started out simple and easy enough. Then it became complicated and difficult. I took a commitment to pick up some people on my way to a 7:00 AM meeting. I did that so I’d be sure to go. Seven O’Clock comes early, but I Read more about Sombody’s Goin’ to Emergency[…]
There are days I feel so hardwired that I can’t let things go because I have been programmed differently. I made a good pass at it but didn’t expect such a weak link. If I hearken the vows we made, what seems so long ago, and there is no option. It breaks faith, not only Read more about Life is Short[…]
Nothing is ever good enough. I’m not good enough. I leaned that from my dad. Unhappy, a dissatisfied customer. Indeed, that would be me. Somewhere I keep hearing this little voice. I hear it so often lately I’m wondering if I’m attending to stimuli. That’s what the psychiatrists call it. My son has Schizophrenia. It’s a strange disease; Read more about Nothing is ever Good Enough[…]
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