Behind Every Joke There Is Some Truth Novels & Stories

"Animals always know the truth about people. They cannot be fooled by lies or performances." I looked up at him. "What does that mean?" "It means you are not what you pretend to be." I froze

I want to share its meaning with you. The video was on " How your sentence/story should be like?" Answer- it has truth, sweetness and selflessness. You all are laughing on this. Even, I was also. But think about how it's so logical and thoughtful. We always say ' Truth has bitter taste.' How it can be sweet. We all lie a lot for our own benefits and here, suddenly we have to accept the truth for someone else's benefit means we are directly giving up on our self sake. FUNNY!!😅😅

“What do you mean by that?” “I mean,” he shifted closer, lowering his voice, “I’m not saying this just to comfort you. I’m telling you because I’ve been through it. Scandals explode like fire, yes. But when the truth comes out—when it’s clear it was nothing but lies—the clean-up is quicker than you think. People move on. Sometimes, it’s like it never even happened.” “Really?” My voice softened, unsure. “Really. Trust me. I’ve lived through worse.”

"I just could not find the right words to say that to Efron... besides I don't think he would accept it if I rejected him!" Tristan sighed and frowned. "Damn, there is no right word to say that you don't like the person. The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie hurts forever. Telling the truth and making someone cry is better than telling a lie and making someone smile. Three things cannot be long hidden: the Sun, the Moon, and the Truth, that's a quote!" "Well, I will tell him that some other time... right now, let's have some drinks!"

I learned something that day, that the truth is the best way to live. If I had noticed earlier, I wouldn't have wasted my time with all the torment I was going through. We are tougher on ourselves than any friend, family, or stranger. Yes, the truth is the best. And sometimes ... it will even surprise you.

He would have never thought he'd find himself being intrigued by her choice of words and explanation and at that moment, he knew something had changed and his thoughts about her changed. He couldn't explain how he felt but he felt something different for her and it definitely felt weird. "You mean the stories we hear now are not false?" He asked. "Of course, not completely. Behind every lie, there is always an atom of truth. This means, the story we hear is not entirely false but both packs could have changed it in a way that would favour them." She tells him. "So what do we do? What's the next step in confirming all of this?" He asked.

My mother smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that sent chills down my spine. “Sometimes,” she said quietly, “a lie repeated often enough becomes more powerful than the truth.” And for the first time since the poisoning failed… I smiled too.

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

You may leave. I grabbed the coffee and took a sip. It was my favorite black coffee with one sugar. After the bitterness came a long, lingering sweetness. I got up, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out over the bustling city below. My reflection stared back at me in the glass—sharp and confident. In the workplace, if someone pretended to be weak, there would always be countless wolves in sheep's clothing ready to trample over them. But that was fine. It could be considered a test of people's true nature.

I said plainly and he let go of my hand immediately, his expression apologetic as ever that I couldn't help but to burst into laughter at his expense. "Was that a joke?" He asked, leaning forward so he'd see my face and I shook my head. "You weren't going to let go of my hands if I did come up with something." "I was going to let go once you believe me." I scoffed again. "It's hard just to start unbelieving what you've believed in all your life." "Even if it's a blatant lie....." "Especially if it's the only truth you've ever known." "It's nowhere close to the truth and deep down, you know that too. You're probably just afraid to confront that truth."