John Connally Quotes

Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know.

We just do not know what is normal.

In my long experience, one thing I know is that truth is elusive.

I am beginning to believe that nothing is quite so uncertain as facts. (Edward Curtis)

Maybe I don't believe things myself, as well. Truth is such a transient thing.

I never know how much of what I say is true.

Whatever you say it is, it isn't.

I left the ending ambiguous, because that is the way life is.

The more I see the less I know for sure.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and that is that there is very little about which one can be certain.

Reality isn't straightforward or easily accessible.

No one knows anything for sure.

We know nothing in reality; for truth lies in an abyss.

Sometimes there are no answers.

Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

XXVIII "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; "Often have I been to it, "Even to its highest tower, "From whence the world looks black." "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a breath, a wind, "A shadow, a phantom; "Long have I pursued it, "But never have I touched "The hem of its garment." And I believed the second traveller; For truth was to me A breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom, And never had I touched The hem of its garment.

Between certainty and the real, an ancient enmity.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

Everything is true and not true about everything. That’s one thing I’ve learned.

... no bell in us tolls to let us know for certain when truth is in our grasp.

No single person who has ever lived will be able to tell you what happens. Period. Nobody's right and nobody's wrong.

For me, truth cracks open in the places where things do not cohere. That's how life is.

Nothing is as good as it seems and nothing is as bad, but somewhere between reality falls.

Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock.