Veronica Roth Quotes

But an Adrian also knew that an Adrian's lies were real: they were lived and felt and acted out as thoroughly as another man's truths - if other men had truths - and he believed it possible that this last lie might see him through to the grave.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

I realize that nothing's as it seems.

Dandyism is a lie which reveals the truth, and the truth is that we are what we pretend to be.

Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best.

We live in a world of denial, and we don't know what the truth is anymore.

People so obsessed with being real in hip-hop because they don't want people to think that they're lying.

I'm not sure whether it is me changing my mind, or whether I lie a lot.

I do not believe in the Cinema verite. Sometimes a really good lie is better than any truth.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

Waking up in TRUTH is so much better than living in a lie.

Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.

Only the right name gives beings and things their reality. A wrong name makes everything unreal. That's what lies do.

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

"I'm sorry," she said humbly. "I haven't wanted to lie to you." "I should hope so. You're the worst liar I've ever met." He thought about it for a moment, then added, " - or the best. Now I'm all confused.

A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

Society? Can we trust us? Doubt it. We're probably not even real, as was revealed in the popular documentary The Matrix. That bloke next door? Made of pixels. Your co-workers? Pixels. You? One pixel. One measly pixel. You haven't even got shoes, for Christ's sake.

Which country is real, mine or the teacher's? My wish is that we might progressively lose our confidence in what we think we believe and the things we consider stable and secure, in order to remind ourselves of the infinite number of things still waiting to be discovered.

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

Is there some truth out there? Yes. Is there a lot of falsehood out there? Absolutely.