Bitter Truth Deep Quotes On Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

But as we face the Council, I realize that the 'Morning of the First Truth' is only the beginning of our real life. If you look into the eyes of the person who knows your darkest secrets and they still choose to stay... Are you finally free—or are you just beginning the hardest part of the journey? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Rate | leave your reviews |

“That after everything people have done to you, you still somehow don’t hate the world.” I blinked slightly at that. Brian huffed softly before continuing. “Luke treated you like garbage for years, and you still sit here trying to justify why people made the choices they did.” He shook his head once. “Most people would’ve turned bitter as fuck after surviving half the shit you have.” I stared out through the windshield for a long moment before answering. “Being bitter wouldn’t have saved me.” The words settled heavily between us afterward because they were true. Survival had never come from bitterness.

Just the truth, ugly and sharp as broken glass. Betrayal.

It is too much. The truth of it, the raw and painful truth, the raw and painful knowledge of the truth, is unbearable, is unbearable and more, is unbearable and real and raw, is unbearable and painful, is unbearable and impossible. But it is mine. It is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine. It is mine.

“You’ve had too heavy a burden already, child. You cannot give yourself to every burden. Not all truths bring peace.” I sighed and shook my head, feeling the frustration build up inside me. “But I simply can’t keep shut, Mother. I can’t ignore what’s happening. Every day, I feel as if something is slipping further away from me.” Mother sighed and took my hand. “Listen to me, Elara. Truth is sometimes more dangerous than a lie. Sometimes the pursuit can open wounds that will never close.’ I withdrew my hand and stood up in rage. “So I should do nothing? Just park my ass here while it all falls apart? While people die? While Father fades away?”

She needs to live each day of her life to its fullest ,to not fear death. And maybe that's why I was going go say the biggest lie of my life to her today. She was right when she said, lies were better than truth sometimes. Atleast they give you hope,even if it is a fake one. Without hope ,there is nothing. Life is akin to death without it. While the truth ? sometimes it kills you everyday,just like it is killing my Amara. Putting on a fake smile,I clean her forehead of the small hair sticking on it.

You limit your joy from the world that you aim to acquire. You instead win joy from you on the stair of life. Moving up high. Moving up high. You cannot wound yourself, for the world does this to you. You cannot break with world, for the world doesn’t value you. You cannot quit life. For death is hell. For death is real hell. For all in the world, this pain dwells. You cannot, you shouldn’t thus quit life. To quit is to be in hell. Surprised? When the world is upset, see beyond all around. You find the truth in the words that I just said.

Instead, I would be a positive force—a warrior with the sword of truth to battle the darkness directly. As I allowed myself to rest at last, I made one final entry on my recorder: "The price of truth is steep, and tonight we paid dearly. But each wound, each moment of fear, is a badge of honor for the strength of secrets that must be told. I will not fail. I will tell all the lies, and the truth will be known.”

"But she's my daughter, just like you and David. Whatever I can filter so you don't suffer, I will. You can crucify me or judge me for being a liar, but I won't allow this life to hurt people again that I love!” There is a minute of silence. A long, tense minute. I can imagine Mirtes' expression right now. The eyes full of painful tears, the mouth contorted with unspoken words and the eyebrows drawn together. She suffers from my pain, I learned that very early. "Life is an abyss, and you can choose to fly with the lie or throw yourself into the truth. Both hurt. However, when it comes to the end and you fall, the taller one hurts more" Drake and his philosophical phrases that, one one time o

“You do not understand what it costs to stand beside me.” “Then tell me,” she says, fierce now. “Show me. Stop pretending I can’t handle the truth.” The truth. The truth is blood and ruin. The truth is the nights I spent clawing my way out of the gutter, the bodies I stepped over, the empire I built from ashes and screams. The truth is men like Vincent who will never stop until they taste my blood or hers. “You want the truth?” I say coldly. “The truth is that everyone I touch ends up broken. You think you can survive me, but you cannot. No one does.”