Sunday, September 18, 2016

Reflections on Truth

“When you write your truth, it is a love offering to the world because it helps us feel braver and less alone.”
― Glennon Doyle Melton

 “[The child] must be warned that her truth will undoubtedly make some people uneasy and angry, so she'll need to share it strategically, perhaps through art, which God offers as a safe way to express joy and madness. And she'll need a trusted person to help her find her medium, so she won't feel that she has to hide or hold her breath any longer. Because when she exhales, she'll discover that she's created the space to inhale again, and that will keep her going. And this, the importance of this lesson, is why I became a teacher.”
― Glennon Doyle Melton

"Some people are desperate for it like they need air. It’s worth all the rejection you get when you’re real. Every time you tell the truth it just clears the field for everybody to tell the truth. And then the truth gets bigger and bigger." ― Glennon Doyle Melton

"And Glennon, that’s what you do for me. You make me want to share my truth. You make me want to be more myself. Thank you."
― Oprah Winfrey

"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
― Buddha

"Tell the children the truth."
― Bob Marley

"Be truthful, nature only sides with truth."
―  Adolf Loos

"I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant."
― Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy.”
― Warren W. Wiersbe

“Proclaim the truth and do not be silent through fear.”
― Catherine of Siena

“Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.”
― Ann Aguirre, Grimspace

1 John 3:18 Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.

John 8:31-32 … So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed in him, “If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”


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