Novel & Cerita A Half-truth Is A Whole Lie

Eleanor and Silas gained the knowledge that if you tell a lie repeatedly, it would one day sound like the truth. Amara grew up in a fabricated lie. Eleanor and Silas knew that it was better than her knowing the truth.

Ashley stared into Tristan's brown eyes, her heart racing at the sincerity and sincerity they held. "I'm not good at lying, because I'm a doctor, trained to always tell patients the truth, no matter how serious their condition," Tristan continued. "If I lied, I'd probably face a lot of lawsuits from patients who feel I've disappointed them with my lies. So, if I lied, you'd know right away." Ashley nodded slowly. "I know, honey, you're the most honest man I've ever known." "I'd rather taste the bitterness of honesty than the sweetness of lies," Tristan said. "And one of my most sincere truths is that I can't find any way or words to express how much I love you."

22 November 2013 Telling the untruth is fundamentally a chronic human phenomenon. No other life-form comes close to simulating such erratic behaviour. Lies, of all colors and sorts, are merely mechanisms to avert otherwise precarious situations. It could be traced on our ceaseless resolve to save ourselves from disgraceful circumstances or to shield us from further nuisances. But just like a snow ball, a handful of lies that has gained enough momentum might just be enough to cause an avalanche and a succession of unfortunate events. It could instigate conflicts and hostilities then wars, sinkholes and landslides from earthquakes and even blizzards and storm surges from typhoons among others.

"How is it going to pass when someone just woke up one morning and decided to destroy all that I built up with bloody lies, Mum!" She leaned in and wiped away a tear from my cheek. "The truth does not go away just because someone wakes up and tells a lie," she said. "It waits. Waits for the noise to die away so that it can speak again." I sneered bitterly. "That sounds poetic. But it's not the truth that is trending, is it? It's the lies. And my PR team is as useless as the post is. They can't even delete one piece of fake news."

They always had a sliver of arrogance tucked away, some secret they thought would save them. I leaned forward, grinding the butt of my cigar into the metal table between us until it hissed. “You think you can keep hiding behind lies, Varrick?” My voice came out low, steady, but laced with a growl that echoed in the room. “Every second you sit there feeding me scraps, I peel away another part of you.” He lifted his head slowly, his lip split and trembling. “I told you—” I cut him off, slamming my fist into the table so hard the metal rattled. “You told me half-truths. And half-truths get men killed. Don’t mistake me for a fool.”

How do you tell someone that everything he thought he knew about his ex-wife was a lie, how was I supposed to tell him that if Vinnie hadn’t changed the plans, Celia would have killed him and destroyed the kingdom? I couldn’t do it, not in a thousand lifetimes. Knowing the truth would break him completely, and even if I had a chance to change my actions, trust me, I wouldn’t change a thing. I would have still lied to him about it because it’s way better for him to find out the truth himself than for me to ruin his memory of his perfect Celia. He would never have believed me, so trust me, there is no need for me to ruin our perfect relationship with unnecessary information that would only cau

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

"Why? That undermines—" "It establishes honesty. Shows you're not hiding your mistakes. Makes the rest of the story more credible because readers know I'm not whitewashing you." Soo-ah's expression was steady. "I told you—I'm on the side of truth. All of it. Not just the convenient parts. You made an impossible choice. I reported it accurately. How readers interpret that is up to them." "Will it hurt us?" "Maybe. Probably. But lying about it or hiding it would hurt worse. Trust me. I've been doing this for fifteen years. Complicated truth always beats simple lies in the long run."

She started to get impatient and I was running out of time. No. I should not. But I did not know what else to tell her either. “I have made a mistake in the past. One big mistake that I had taken out of desperation,” I started to explain, all of the sudden feeling tired of lying to the people I cared about. Yet at the same time, telling them the truth would only put their lives in danger. It tore me apart inside. In the end, I settled with telling her half of the truth, sparing her the crucial part. “This mistake is now haunting me and Autumn’s life will be in danger if she stays with me.”

I swallowed hard. Do I tell him the truth, or do I leave somethings out? “Don’t even think of feeding me lies little Harold because there is nothing, I hate more in this world than being fed lies. Trust me, you don’t want to feed me lies when the only person who could have protected you from me when I find out that you fed me lies, has his head rotting at our gates.”