It is easier to perceive error than to find truth, for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen, while the latter lies in the depth, where few are willing to search for it.
The treasure which you think not worth taking trouble and pains to find, this alone is the real treasure you are longing for all your life. The glittering treasure you are hunting for day and night lies buried on the other side of that hill yonder.
Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.
As your training progresses, always remember that the key to gaining the ability for spontaneous and creative technique lies in good ukemi.
Much of the writing I do about the female body is to remind women, myself included, that they make life and they make death. That strikes me as a far more powerful stance than the weak lies told about mothering.
In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
Nobody ever lies about being lonely.
The path of duty lies in what is near, and men seek for it in what is remote; the work of duty lies in what is easy, and men seek for it in what is difficult.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.
Truth is better for humanity than ignorance, lies, or spin. And it's more interesting.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
In the middle of chaos lies opportunity.
The Way lies at hand yet it is sought afar off; the thing lies in the easy yet it is sought in the difficult.
Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.
Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.
It is moments like these that force us to try harder, and dig deeper, and to discover gifts we never knew we had - to find the greatness that lies within each of us.
My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.
Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard of what does not matter.
Truth may be stranger than fiction, goes the old saw, but it is never as strange as lies.