Truth Quote by Joan Didion — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.”

“To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.”

“To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.”

“To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.”

“The death of a parent, he wrote, 'despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we had thought gone to ground long ago...”

“To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.”

“Rekao je: Nisu za griješnicima plakali ni nebo ni zemlja. A ja sam mislio: teško čovjeku ako su mu mjera nebo i zemlja.”

“You taste like sugar," he pants through a smile, still out of breath.”

“So engrained in the human heart is the desire to believe that some people really do know what they say they know, and can thus save them from the trouble of thinking for themselves, that in a short time would-be philosophers and faddists became more powerful than ever, and gradually led their countrymen to accept all those absurd views of life, some account of which I have given in my earlier chapters. Indeed I can see no hope for the Erewhonians till they have got to understand that reason uncorrected by instinct is as bad as instinct uncorrected by reason.”

“I am not ultimately interested in writing fiction. I can't make things up. Or rather, I can only make things up about things that have already happened.”

“Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.”

“The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.”