Romans & histoires Honesty Poetry

Aditya spoke. Akshita nodded. "But I am nothing like him. I am wicked, I don't believe in honesty and truth fullness, because in this fake world, the worth of honesty is worth pennies. If you're honest, either people would do anything to put you down or else use you till you're spent entirely, and you and your dad have no way to prove me I am wrong," he spoke in a confident tone. Akshita did feel intimidated by Aditya's words, but deep in her heart, she knew that maybe his brother was right. Because being honest brought nothing but utter dismay to their family.

When no one was in sight, I picked up the whole packet along with the cigarette and rushed to my room. Locking the door, I headed to the washroom. Sitting on the covered wash basin, I took out a cigarette. I looked at it for few seconds and then I placed the cigarette between my then lit up the cigarette. Then with a single puff, I lost all my sanity..... Oh heart why do you wail this badly??This is the rule of this world....Loyalty isn't that available...Special people only have this quality.... Loyalty and honesty. Is that even that hard??

' S - surely, H - honesty is an U - uttered T - truth. Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

“Not yet.” “They are honest,” I said before I could stop myself. The words were not flattery. They were observation. I had never been good at wasting words. She looked up at me as if surprised I would speak plainly. “Honest?” she repeated, hope and skepticism wrestling on her face. “The lines are rough, unpolished, but they do not hide,” I said, looking at her and then at the paper. “They say exactly what you are feeling whether you want them to or not.”

“Honesty. I appreciate your honesty. How honest you are with your intentions to someone or something tells so much about the kind of person you are.” “It doesn’t make sense.” “Nay Valen told us that we should always value a person’s honesty. It’s because honesty will tell the trustworthiness of that person. Since you have told me about those things, that means you trusted me, and you are also allowing me to trust you, as simple as that.”

Dickson said. "I said I'm fine," Peter said. Jasper and Dickson exchanged a brief look across the table. The conversation moved on. Shifted to something else. Then something else again. But Peter remained at the edge of it. Present in body and entirely elsewhere in every other way. Then he set his fork down. "Can I say something?" he said. The table quieted. Everyone looked at him. "Honesty," Peter said. He said the word slowly. Like he was placing it carefully in the center of the table where everyone could see it. "And loyalty. I have been thinking about it today. How important it is. Between people who are supposed to be family."

“But how can we resolve anything if we continue to dance around the truth?” No one speaks. “I propose a game,” Harrison says, and the word sounds wrong in his mouth, too playful for a man who looks like he’s never experienced joy in his life. “A simple one. We go around the table, and each person must answer one question honestly. Completely honestly. There must be no deflection, no evasion, no pretty lies to make ourselves feel better.” He smiles, and it’s the smile of a man who enjoys watching things burn. “Think of it as… a cleansing. A way to lance the wound so it can finally heal.”

Feeling like you going to get married by tomorrow, it's powerful and amazing that it can't be compared to anything I guess. Well...I'm personally attracted by honesty, truthfulness, an open soul cause I'm open as hell! It runs in me, doesn't matter what it's about but I am, not going to lie about that and as soon as this book is on the market, my close people will agree on that note. Honesty makes life easier you know, very easy! Honesty can make you realize whatever you stress about that you shouldn't! Its actually a minor things, and that could make you feel better, knowing you aren't the only.one with that particular issue, it really feels great like " Oww really? I thought I was the only

"I meant it then. I mean it now. I am not going to pretend otherwise because pretending is convenient." "Riven." "I am not asking you to do anything," he said. "I am not asking you to choose or to reconsider or to feel anything you do not already feel. I am telling you where I stand because you deserve people in your life who tell you true things even when the true things are not useful to anyone." The words landed differently than a declaration would have. He was not making a play. He genuinely believed that honesty was something she was owed regardless of what it cost him or complicated for everyone else, and the sincerity of it was considerably harder to dismiss than a strategic move woul

"I didn't know the story." "You didn't ask." He turned to look at me. The city lights caught his face, highlighting the lines around his mouth, the tension in his jaw. "You never ask. You just... react. You tell the truth to my daughter. You confess to judges. You tell my ex-wife our actual timeline as if honesty were armor." "Isn't it?" "No." He pushed off the railing, moved toward me, stopped just short of touching distance. "Honesty is a weapon she can use. Three days makes you look calculating. Or desperate. Or purchased." He paused. "Which, of course, you were."