The truth hurts. And much more than love, kindness, or any of these warm feelings you’re so fond of, truth is beauty, and the thing that will set you free.

The work to be done will be that of a true author, a true artist. It will be done alone.

All art, when you get down to it, is a lie.

Truth—something between fact and faith—leads to God.

Truth—something between fact and faith—leads to God. ‘Love isn’t about rules. It’s a feeling. You know when it’s there and when it’s not, and it can be brought on by different things for different people. That, that’s truth. One’s truth leads to God. Some people see it in kindness, others in tough love, like you’re showing me. Someone’s truth is in what they love.’

Love isn’t about rules. It’s a feeling. You know when it’s there and when it’s not, and it can be brought on by different things for different people. That, that’s truth. One’s truth leads to God. Some people see it in kindness, others in tough love, like you’re showing me. Someone’s truth is in what they love.

The thing about truth is that it’s not the same as fact. They’re synonyms but shouldn’t be, Haruka’s realized. Facts just are. Everything adds up, check out. Truth requires faith. It’s personal. It can change. Like with love. One day someone knows they love you—they feel it, they know it’s there—then the next day they don’t. They felt it then they didn’t. It happens. Most people trust truth more than they do facts. This is because people are stupid.

Part of patience is knowing your truth and staying loyal to it; you just can’t allow your face to betray what an attack on it actually makes you feel.

One’s truth leads to God.