Top 1200 Lies We Tell Ourselves Quotes & Sayings - Page 6

Unless we tell stories about ourselves, which is all that theater is, we're in deep trouble.

The writer's first job is not to have opinions but to tell the truth... and refuse to be an accomplice of lies and misinformation. Literature is the house of nuance and contrariness against the voices of simplification.

People only tell lies when the truth is disagreeable to them, or frightens them, or to cover sin.

You can call me a fat, balding, talentless old queen who can't sing, but you can't tell lies about me.

I think I'm attracted to writers who tell us something about ourselves.

Intelligence services exist to do things that are illegal abroad. They exist to tell lies.

Smoke You stand infront of me, pretending to be solid, but you are nothing more than smoke and mirors. You said you'd never leave, that you would care for us forever, but now you claim you cannot stay? That you've been called away. When you go, who will i turn to when it all crashes down? Tell me who. Then tell me, how I can believe anone again, if all your promises have been lies.

We are struggling with the global war on the truth. And if what we used to think of as the domain of the Soviets, the kind of celebration of lies and press as propaganda, that now we realize is not something that is unique to the Soviet state. It's within ourselves as well here in the West.

If you will refrain from telling any lies about the Republican Party, I'lll promise not to tell the truth about the Democrats.

As human beings we are made to surpass ourselves and are truly ourselves only when transcending ourselves.

We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.

You hide your instinctive self and instead create a social self with lies. That's how people are able to get along with each other. What's scary is when you strip all the lies away to get at the essential you. What if it's pure evil? You don't want to face that. So lies aren't all bad - we need them to live.

Science fiction is not predictive; it is descriptive.... Prediction is the business of prophets, clairvoyants, and futurologists. It is not the business of novelists. A novelist's business is lying.... Open your eyes; listen, listen. That is what the novelists say. But they don't tell you what you will see and hear. All they can tell you is what they have seen and heard, in their time in this world, a third of it spent in sleep and dreaming, another third of it spent in telling lies.

It's the first way I feel we can really express ourselves. There's always a story you can tell with fashion.

Live your own truth and it won't matter how many lies they tell about you. The truth will prove itself.

We must learn to tell ourselves the truth on the basis of God’s Word.

Perhaps the meaning of all human activity lies in the artistic consciousness, in the pointless and selfless creative act? Perhaps our capacity to create is evidence that we ourselves were created in the image and likeness of God?

Christians don't tell lies, they just go to church and sing them. How many times have you stood and sang, “Take my life and let it be” when you haven't given Him one ounce?

Sure, I've done movies in which I was embarrassed by my performance, or might not have cared for a co-star. Then I'd have to tell lies, like, 'Oh, we love each other; everything was perfect!'

If you are at the mercy of what they call print interviews and the mercy of people who write about you, they can always tell lies.

The idea is that it will tell you where the importance lies, because it will be able to show you what impacts you in your everyday life.

Its going to seem idiotic to say this, but I think that at a given moment we all need a place to ourselves where we can refuge ourselves and cut ourselves off from the world.

We need to remember to teach our children that solitude can be a much-to-be-desired condition. Not only is it acceptable to be alone; at times it is positively to be wished for.....In the silence we listen to ourselves. Then we ask questions of ourselves. We describe ourselves to ourselves, and in the quietude we may even hear the voice of God.

Writers tell more truths, and more lies, than most.

Acting is like lying. The art of lying well. I'm paid to tell elaborate lies.

Lies are a little fortress; inside them you can feel safe and powerful. Through your little fortress of lies you try to run your life and manipulate others. But the fortress needs walls, so you build some. These are the justifications for your lies. You know, like you are doing this to protect someone you love, to keep them from feeling pain. Whatever works, just so you feel okay about the lies.

In trying to please other people, we find ourselves misdirected toward what lies outside our sphere of influence. In doing so, we lose our hold on our lifes purpose.

We take refuge in pride, because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves.

There are times we need to tell ourselves, "Good job!" when we know that is true.

Renewing the mind is a little like refinishing furniture. It is a two-stage process. It involves taking off the old and replacing it with the new. The old is the lies you have learned to tell or were taught by those around you; it is the attitudes and ideas that have become a part of your thinking but do not reflect reality. The new is the truth. To renew your mind is to involve yourself in the process of allowing God to bring to the surface the lies you have mistakenly accepted and replace them with truth. To the degree that you do this, your behavior will be transformed.

We tell ourselves we're here to be flexible and to be nimble, and not necessarily to stick to a master plan.

Washington should tell governments that printing lies and teaching intolerance will have consequences in terms of foreign assistance, political support and military aid.

The great gift of conversation lies less in displaying it ourselves than in drawing it out of others. He who leaves your company pleased with himself and his own cleverness is perfectly well pleased with you.

The opportunity to secure ourselves against defeat lies in our own hands, but the opportunity of defeating the enemy is provided by the enemy himself.

The press is the hired agent of a monied system, and set up for no other purpose than to tell lies where their interests are involved. One can trust nobody and nothing.

For a long time I have not said what I believed, nor do I ever believe what I say, and if indeed sometimes I do happen to tell the truth, I hide it among so many lies that it is hard to find.

Because we can't tell others about our accomplishments if we don't know them ourselves.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are…Or we can decide for ourselves.

We make our own truths and lies....Truths are often lies and lies truths.

It's never what people do that makes us angry; it's what we tell ourselves about what they did.

Music lives and breathes to tell us who we are and what we face. It is a path between ourselves and the infinite.

It's going to seem idiotic to say this, but I think that at a given moment we all need a place to ourselves where we can refuge ourselves and cut ourselves off from the world.

It was what you did, Wolgast understood; you started to tell a story about who you were, and soon enough the lies were all you had and you became that person.

Every lizard lies on its belly, so we cannot tell which has a belly-ache

I don't necessarily think stories have functions any more than diamonds have functions, or the sky has a function... Stories exist. They keep us sane, I think. We tell each other stories, we believe stories. I love watching the slow rise of the urban legend. They're the stories that we use to explain ourselves to ourselves.

Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity.

Don't be afraid to tell the truth. It's better to hurt someone by truth than to make them happy by lies.

He's a nice young lad. I'll keep putting him on ... as long as he doesn't tell me any lies. He's back focused and it's great to see. Let's hope he keeps going on from that.

Tell me I'm clever, Tell me I'm kind, Tell me I'm talented, Tell me I'm cute, Tell me I'm sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me I'm perfect - But tell me the truth.

Who has a daring eye tell downright truths and downright lies.

The survival of artistic modes in which we recognize ourselves, identify ourselves and place ourselves will survive as long as humanity survives.

We all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

The answer doesn't lie in learning how to protect ourselves from life-it lies in learning how to become strong enough to let a bit more of it in.

Behind the black portent of the new atomic age lies a hope which, seized upon with faith, can work out salvation... Let us not deceive ourselves: we must elect world peace or world destruction.

We tell girls to be themselves, but then they have role models - sometimes too many role models - in popular culture who incarnate that kind of disconnectedness from oneself. We are taught to self-hate; we are taught to doubt. Our culture doesn't help us recognize ourselves as amazing beings without changing ourselves.

But the downside of being con artist is that it very hard to con. Even if the lies you tell are to yourself.

... we are each shaped from our birth, not only by the blood and inheritance that lies behind us, but also by those we love and by whom we are loved in turn, by the knowledge given to our thirsty minds, to the learning of ourselves.

The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.

What can the redwoods tell us about ourselves? Well, I think they can tell us something about human time. The flickering, transitory quality of human time and the brevity of human life - the necessity to love.