A Half-truth Is A Whole Lie Novels & Stories

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

She's looking for something to say that isn't a complete lie but doesn't involve saying Innayo is in a coma. "I know you. You want to lie. Don't even try it. Don't you know that saying a truth that hurts now but heals forever is way better than telling a lie that heals now but hurts forever." Halima rolls her eyes. She misses her best friend but she doesn't miss this part of her. "Yeah yeah. Whatever." Fatima sighs. "I'm being serious. Now tell, what about Abba and Ammi?" Halima gulps. Well sh has to say the truth now.

“How did you get so wise?” “Seventy-eight years of living.” She pulled me into a hug and let me cry on her shoulder. “Truth always wins in the end. You know why? Because lies need constant work. Someone has to keep feeding them. Truth just sits there. Harrison’s lies will fall apart eventually. We just have to outlast them.” “Will they really?” “Yes. Always. It might take time, but the truth is patient, and so are we.”

“Sometimes, Liam, when people feel hurt or angry, or when they can’t get what they want, they make up stories to try and hurt others. The things they are saying about me aren’t true. But sometimes, even lies need to be looked at carefully, and the truth needs to be shown clearly so everyone can see it.” Liam frowned thoughtfully. “Like at school. Some kids tell stories to make people laugh or to get someone in trouble. But the truth always comes out eventually, right?” “Exactly,” Kael said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s just like that. And sometimes, it takes a little time and patience, but the truth always finds its way to the surface.” “Are you scared?” Liam asked suddenly.

Mara — The Art of the Half-Truth The folder sat between them like a third person in the room. Mara had learned, in four years of becoming what Hayes had made of her, that the most effective lies were not the ones built entirely from fiction. Fiction had gaps — places where the architecture showed, where the light came through wrong and the person you were lying to felt the draft without knowing where it came from. The most effective lies were the ones built around a true thing, the way a house is built around a load-bearing wall. You constructed the fiction outward from something real, and the realness held everything up.

A big, fat, mistake on my part. I had tried to be civil. But it was hard. I would never be able to forget the things Bethany had done. The lies she'd told began to linger inside my mind. It would make me wonder if she was telling the truth or not whenever we talked. Once a liar, always a liar. How do you really know if someone is telling the truth when you know that they used to lie all the time? It’s hard to trust that person’s word after so many lies.

If there is one thing I hate more than anything it's people who lie. I will never understand people who lie because the truth always comes out in the end and then everyone hates you for lying in the first place. I had spent an entire week with Ellie. We had actually become pretty good friends with each other in that short amount of time so to know she was lying to me actually hurt like a bitch. I told her she could trust me, but it would seem she's still struggling to understand that concept even though I have done nothing to show her otherwise.

"And what if truth destroys everything? What if I find the man I loved, the man I trusted, doing something so wrong that I can never again see him as I have? I took a deep breath and said to her, "And you will have the truth, Jane. And the truth is always on which you build your future. It will most likely break illusions, but it sets you free too. You will not get well if you stay in the world of half-truths and lies. I'll be with you every inch of the way, to help you through whatever that will be."

Ines leaned against the doorframe, a file folder tucked under one arm, the faintest smirk playing at her lips. “Half-truths are safer than full ones,” Liora said. Ines stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “They’re safer until they rot.” “Meaning?” “Lies are like tumors,” Ines said. “They grow. They eat through everything until there’s nothing left but the thing you were trying to hide.” “Then what? I’m supposed to hand him everything? Put it all in his lap and hope he doesn’t crush it?” “I didn’t say that,” Ines replied. She came closer, her heels silent on the carpet. “I said you have a choice. You can cut it out now, while you still control the knife… Or you wait and let it spread

“What's up? Is everything okay?” A lie is practically tumbling out of my mouth before I stop myself. Lies have become so much a part of my life recently I hardly have to think about them anymore. I don’t want to be a habitual liar. That’s not me. It also doesn’t mean I have to tell the whole truth, either. There’s an entire range of possibilities in between.