How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be When there's no help in truth!

The truth can be a harsh and cruel reality.

For the truth is a terrible thing. You dabble your foot in it and it is nothing. But you walk a little farther and you feel it pull you like an undertow or a whirlpool. First there is the slow pull so steady and gradual you scarcely notice it, then the acceleration, then the dizzy whirl and plunge into darkness. For there is a blackness of truth, too. They say it is a terrible thing to fall into the Grace of God. I am prepared to believe that.

How terrible — to see the truth when the truth is only pain to him who sees!

The thing I understood least of all was that knowledge led to despair and damnation. Our spiritual mentor had not said that those bad books had given a false picture of life: if that had been the case, he could easily have exposed their falsehood; the tragedy of the little girl whom he had failed to bring to salvation was that she had made a premature discovery of the true nature of reality. Well, anyhow, I thought, I shall discover it myself one day, and it isn’t going to kill me: the idea that there was a certain age when knowledge of the truth could prove fatal I found offensive to common sense.

Knowledge all by itself, without deep wisdom, ends up becoming despair.

The truth hurts
and lie's worse.

The truth can cause a lot of trouble for those who are not supposed to know it.

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

What a terrible thing it is to try to let off a little bit of truth into this miserable humbug of a world!

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

All knowledge hurts.

You want the truth? You can't handle the truth