If the Story is not accurate to reality, it's not any kind of truth at all. So it can never be 'my truth' or 'your truth,' even though we may believe it. It can only be our delusion or our mistake or our error, but it can never be our 'truth.'
Distrust my wisdom, but regard my truth.
It's not the skunk's fault that he's a skunk or that he gives off this really bad stink. If I am a skunk, I want to live as a skunk, I want to know what my truth is, to know the person I am without fear.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
I tell the truth through music. Other people tend to catch on and agree with my truth and it turns out we are all really similar.
I'm still trying to express my truth, my place in the world, my belief.
My power is immeasurable; My truth inexplicable, unfathomable.
There are sexual things that I do that aren’t for a man. I feel empowered sometimes by being sexy and being comfortable enough to be sexy on camera — a lot of woman [sic] struggle with that. But, there are some days that I don’t want anyone to see me. I’m just a regular girl. Some days, I’m super-strong; some days, I’m super-insecure. But, I don’t really identify with any particular label. I just speak my truth, and if people like it, they like it, and if they bash it, they bash it.
My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield.
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life: Such a Way as gives us breath: Such a Truth as ends all strife: Such a Life as killeth death.
"Margaret" was just my truth. It was what I knew to be true about sixth grade.
I can only live in my truth.
I think that my films are westerns only in their exterior aspects. Within them are some of my truths, which happily, I see, belong to lots of parts of the world. Not just America.
I don't know why, it's just what I feel inside, the thoughts that I sing about. It's just my truth. Sometimes my emotions can be mistaken for messages.
Once I figured out what I wanted to say in my music. As soon I recognized that and once I was living my truth, the money followed.
For [people] to be like "So what it's like dealing with female characters who are completely disgusting?" I don't think they are - does that make me weird? I made a very intentional choice to not care about that stuff, and go like "I don't care about it, I'm just gonna tell my truth and see what happens."
However difficult, however scary, I had to live my truth. I chose to be more brave than I was afraid and am loving my life as a result.
I've gotten to the point where I realize that I need to tell my truth in music and not walk around blabbing my mind.
Loving the process. I learn it over and again and in different ways. I'm speaking particularly to the musical process, but I definitely think that this lesson transcends. Loving the life process. Loving the process of becoming stronger by experiencing something that makes me feel unsteady. The process of speaking and living my truth and making my own path.
I'm nothing. Nothing at all without writing. Without truth, my truth, the only truth I know, it's all a gambol in the pasture without rhythm or sense.
A great teacher once taught me that you've got to have faith that everything happens for the best. I have had many setbacks in my career and every setback has led me that much further into my truth.
I don't see social media as lending my voice as much as I see it speaking my truth. If you look at my open letters, the one I wrote about Blue Ivy too - you see, I am always as the foundation, talking about us being a better humanity. I believe in that.
I just want to make sure I could tell my story the way I want to tell it. I just want to own my truth.
I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.
What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn't give love a chance?
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