You can believe in whatsoever you like, but the truth remains the truth, no matter how sweet the lie may taste.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

That's how it is with legends. The greater they sound, the more must've got left out.

Anything which you have in profusion is poison

That night she wrote a hasty sketch and showed it to Oliver. "It's all right," he said. "But I'd take out that stuff about Olympian mountains and the Stygian caverns of the mine. That's about used up, I should think.

These days when Christians bicker they exaggerate passion into a legalistic belief and prosperity into a lukewarm belief.

Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.

He was becoming aware that there was no such thing as over-the-top with Lawrence Davenport, as long as you were talking to Lawrence Davenport about Lawrence Davenport.

The more you exaggerate, the more you will look funny!

We have glorified wealth and freedom so much that it is impossible for most of us to truly believe that a man can truly be happy in a shack or within the confines of a prison cell.

The power of a thing is not based on the power it actually possesses. Rather, it is much more about the power that we permit it to possess.

Whenever we want to combat our enemies, first and foremost we must start by understanding them rather than exaggerating their motives.

Every woman with her own makeup!

Artists use frauds to make human beings seem more wonderful than they really are. Dancers show us human beings who move much more gracefully than human beings really move. Films and books and plays show us people talking much more entertainingly than people really talk, make paltry human enterprises seem important. Singers and musicians show us human beings making sounds far more lovely than human beings really make. Architects give us temples in which something marvelous is obviously going on. Actually, practically nothing is going on.

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

The hype cheapens the hyped, as right things are then made wrong by exaggeration.

You maintain hope for humanity as an infinite skeptic of gossip and slander. In all mankind's desires for entertainment and exaggeration and sensationalism, when it comes to gossip, the individual always sounds worse than he really is. This is why adhering to gossip subtly affects the mental state of the listener - he goes on holding shady opinions regardless of where the realities of their lights and darknesses may stand.

Don't, Sir, accustom yourself to use big words for little matters.

I imagine the whole universe moving into hell because of licking God's candy.

The exaggerated dopamine sensitivity of the introvert leads one to believe that when in public, introverts, regardless of its validity, often feel to be the center of (unwanted) attention hence rarely craving attention. Extroverts, on the other hand, seem to never get enough attention. So on the flip side it seems as though the introvert is in a sense very external and the extrovert is in a sense very internal - the introvert constantly feels too much 'outerness' while the extrovert doesn't feel enough 'outerness'.

People add color to their story because they think it happened in black and white.

As a comedian, the more you commit the sin of stupidity, three essential things happen to your life:~people applaud you incessantly.~love you more than their parents.~give you a daily bread.

If you use the term 'over-exaggerate,' you know the definition neither of 'exaggerate' nor of 'over.

Please don't be too prejudiced against the poor thing because she's a liar. I do really believe that, like so many liars, there is a real substratum of truth behind her lies. I mean that though, to take an instance, her atrocity stories have grown and grown until every kind of unpleasant story that has ever appeared in print has happened to her or her relations personally, she did have a bad shock initially and did see one, at least, of her relations killed. I think a lot of these displaced persons feel, perhaps justly, that their claim to our notice and sympathy lies in their atrocity value and so they exaggerate and invent.

Some virtues, when they become fashions, also become exaggerated. Just because nobody likes a judgmental attitude does not mean that there isn't a sort of spoiled, self-righteous hypocrisy when one man obsessively commands other men not to judge without knowing the circumstances without himself, too, knowing their circumstances behind their judgments.

Our sense of history has grown dangerously thin, and our sense of proportion with it.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

In solitude every fear, every longing, becomes exaggerated.

A few mad exaggerations, alright, within a couple of days: swear to fucking god, they were like throwing grenades and pulling out all kinds of crazy knackery, it was out of control. Whatever. As if the story, if big enough, reflected glory on the teller.

Love songs are nothing without exaggeration.

Dana raised her hand. "I learned about exaggeration," she said. "It was all my teacher ever talked about. We had like ten thousand tests on it, and the teacher would kill you if you didn't spell it right." "That's very good, Dana!" said Mrs. Jewls. "You learned your lesson well.

May be it is good that we can’t quickly and easily turn the things we imagine into reality because had we had such a talent we would have so exaggerated it!

Exaggeration is the melodramatic child of truth.

Exaggeration is the kissing cousin of both truth and lie.

There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all others.