“When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.” – Jess C. Scott.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way. – Emile Zola.

Rather let us suffer for speaking the truth, than that truth should suffer for want of speaking. – Eliza Cook.

Truth makes all things beautiful. – Edward Counsel.

…

Truth has power.

And if we all gravitate toward similar ideas, maybe we do so because those ideas are true … written deep within us. And when we hear the truth, even if we don’t understand it, we feel that truth resonate within us … vibrating with our unconscious wisdom. Perhaps the truth is not learned by us, but rather, the truth is recalled … remembered … recognized … as that which is already inside us. – Dan Brown.

…

Truth never lost ground by enquiry. – W Penn.

You can be standing right in front of the truth and not necessarily see it, and people only get it when they’re ready to get it. – G Harrison.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with. – Anais Nin.

==

Once upon a time there were two friends who lived in a palace with their families, who worked in service of the King. One of these boys knew a girl he liked so much that he wanted to give her a present.

One day, he was walking with his friend in the main palace hall, and he saw a big vase filled with the loveliest flowers you could imagine. He decided to take one to give to the girl, thinking that no one would see him do so. He did the same thing the next day, and the next, and the next… until, one day, the King noticed how few flowers were left in the vase. He was so angry that he called everyone in the palace to assemble.

When they were all before the King, the boy thought he should say it had been him who took the flowers. However, his friend told him to be quiet, because the King would be terribly angry with him. The boy was paralyzed with fear, but when the King came near he decided to confess.

As soon as the boy said that he had done it, the King went red with anger, but on hearing what the boy had done with the flowers, a smile appeared on the King’s face, and he said, “I couldn’t have thought of a better use for my flowers.”

And, from that day, the boy and the King became great friends. They went to the vase and took two of those wonderful flowers, one for the girl, and the other for the Queen.

– Author Unknown.

===

“Who did this?” asked my teacher.

Thirty children tried to think about not only what they had done, but also what our teacher may have found out.

“Who did this?” asked my teacher once more.

She wasn’t really asking. She was demanding an answer.

She seldom became angry. But she was this time. She held up a piece of broken glass and asked, “Who broke this window?”

“Oh, oh,” I thought. I was the one who broke the window. I had not done it intentionally. It was caused by an errant throw of a baseball. I was working on my knuckleball. It needed more work.

Why did it have to be me? It wasn’t really my fault. If I admitted guilt, I would be in a lot of trouble.

How would I be able to pay for a big window like that? I didn’t even get an allowance. “My father is going to have a fit,” I thought. I didn’t want to raise my hand. But some force much stronger than I was pulled it skyward. I told the truth. “I did it.” I said no more. It was hard enough saying what I had.

My teacher went to one of our library shelves and took down a book. She then began walking towards my desk. I had never seen my teacher to strike a student. But I feared she was going to start with me and she was going to use a book for the swatting.

“I know how you like birds,” she said as she stood looking down at my guilt-ridden face. “Here is that field guide about birds that you are constantly checking out. It is yours. It’s time we got a new one for the school anyway. The book is yours and you will not be punished as long as you remember that I am not rewarding you for your misdeed. I am rewarding you for your truthfulness.”

Do not be like persons on whom advice has no effect. They require punishments to improve them. A sensible man acquires guidance through advice while brutes and beasts always improve through punishments.

– Author Unknown.

==

Know the truth, be the truth, and when the walls come crashing down your enemies will be known for their lies and you will be known for your longsuffering life of living the truth and then the roles will be reversed.

All the best from
James M Sandbrook.