Bitter Truth Deep Quotes On Life Novelas e Histórias

Finally coming back to reality after a few moments under the rain. “If only we didn’t had such a wicked fate. But daydreams are only for people who are not us. There’s no point to it at all since our lives are an abyss. We sleep with the other eye open and we die with both finally seeing the truth in all the lies we tried to make ourselves believe. I’m still caged Trey and I’m in deep beyond saving. I’m sorry.” She felt the weight of her own words firing invisible but potent bullets to her own heart.

He was begging the doctors but what could they do? Afterall what is life? We must cherish every moment we live. But what was life? A happy truth? No, it was a beautiful lie. Death was the painful truth that you had to accept no matter whatever you go through... Live a rich life or a poor, we all die the same death, right? and those cries? Are they true? Do they cry really from deep their heart? Are those caring all real? And those praising that they give you, do they really praise you from deep within your heart? No. They don't. they just put up a fake mask. They try to be nice to you just for their own benefit. The only people on this world who are actually proud of you are you parents. Wha

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

"Omnes veritates abditae in tempore profecto revelabuntur. Omnia mendacia prohibere debent. Omnis veritas innocentibus revelanda est. Omnia mendacia delenda sunt. Vide ergo ipsam veritatem in duobus oculis tuis. Tuam vitam inspice anteactam et responsiones invenias omnibus illis veris quae numquam in homine dici possunt.” (“All hidden truths will surely be revealed in time. All lies must stop. All truth must be revealed to those who are innocent. All lies must be destroyed. Then see the truth itself in your two eyes. Look into your own past life, and find the answers to all those truths that can never be said in person.”)

On her knees, drawing hearts in the grave of her father while she thought about those good days she spent with him, where all days were the same, just breathing happiness. Judith’s tears fell again. “I’m sorry, father! I’m so sorry!” Judith finally cried out. That was the price of our lies, that was the price of thinking we have a long life ahead. This is something all we should know, life is not bought, life can end in any second, why do we keep doing false promises? Why do we keep secrets? Why do put away our real feelings if life can end in any second?

You'll find your right woman Alejandro, believe me! It's easy to lie than to face the truth. That saying, is right. I thought people just do that on purpose or for fun but hell no! It's part of the life we are fighting for. When we are about to spill the truth is always over or worst is, we can't even say it. End of flashback.......

“Cancer was the first honest thing. It didn't pretend to love me. It didn't ask me to smile. It just told the truth and took what it wanted.” My hands sweat and I wipe them on my dress and I keep moving. “When I say he married my womb, people think I'm bitter,” I read. “I am. Bitter is what you taste when you spit the poison out. Bitter is the aftertaste of survival. But inside that bitterness there's something else. There's the small girl who loved words and didn't know contracts, and the woman who learned to be soft with herself after the world was not. I'm writing for her. Not for him. Not for you. For the girl who thought bleeding meant she failed.”

--- And as the silence returned— As the distance between them settled into something real— As truth replaced what connection once was— One final truth emerged: --- The deepest cuts are not made by enemies— --- But by the ones who know exactly what to say… --- And choose to say it anyway.

"But after spending years exploring and fighting, things didn't turn out anywhere near like he had expected. A massive number of his loyal people died in those distant lands, and he eventually grew incredibly old, weary, and broken. His loving wife had completely left his side, and it was only then, in his final days, that he painfully realized he had always possessed the perfect life right there in Kattegat. He just simply didn't see it that way when he had it." Michael turned his upper body around in the tub, locking his piercing gaze directly onto my face with absolute seriousness. "Sometimes in this cruel life, the only reason you are ever truly happy is simply because you don't know the