Humble Simple And True Novels & Stories

It's not even close to perfect. But it's honest. And maybe honest is the best we can do.

Real trouble. The kind you don’t escape from twice.

I don't know why people are so full of themselves thinking nothing could turn their single hair wrong. I mean why we are so big of idiots!!!! Why we are even sinners!!!!! Why don't we get the things beyond the surface!!!! Why we are so apparent and shallow!!!! Why we break so easily!!!! Why we gloat and condescend so easily!!! Why we can't be modest!!!! Why we can't be what we are!!! Simple creatures from mud!! Why we are so presumptuous!! Because we are humans.Yes merely humans. Who had agile and compulsive nature.Who are evanescent and thick-headed.

'It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

I finally said, setting my spoon down and looking at Benjamin, "is what honesty tastes like." He nodded, his eyes bright. "Unprocessed. Everything is exactly what it claims to be. There are no hidden ingredients, no shell companies, no false narratives." We talked about how the Moqueca was the perfect analogy for our new life. The corporate world was like the sterile, deconstructed cooking we'd been eating—beautiful, but often hiding simple truths behind complicated presentations. Our life now, and this Moqueca, was about simple, powerful ingredients, mixed together to create something beautiful and true.

At night, I lit a single candle on my counter and whispe red thanks to the old powers that I had someone who made simplicity feel extraordinary. We didn’t need to define it. We didn’t need to gloss it or run from it. We just let it be real, as it should.

I've never had one of those. “Your sister is good man” I say in a reassuring tone. He nods, and heads back inside. I stand still for a few minutes, I hope I REALLY like her too. ******** She's sitted on a bench in the lobby reading a magazine, and she has just a few things packed. She looks beautiful, very casual, and simple, yet so attractive. It's one of the things I like about her, her simplicity, and how there's so much beauty in her simplicity.

He could taste it in the air more than the food itself. From his perspective, the meal before them was nothing extravagant. A simple dish of pasta, lightly seasoned, paired with a warm corn soup that held a gentle sweetness. It wasn’t remarkable. Not in complexity, not in boldness. But it was honest. Comforting in the way humble meals often were. And surprisingly, it wasn’t bad.

Always trying to smile, even in the face of difficulties and not being ashamed of tears, in the face of need, is another way of meeting it. Being humble, doing favors without reward, opening your hands and offering help, is one way to seek happiness. Crying and suffering, but fighting and trying to win, without letting fatigue defeat you, or discouragement or prejudice dominate you, is a way to gain happiness. Learning to defend your ideals and love your fellow men, to conquer your friends for what they are and not for what they want them to be, is one more way to embrace happiness. Knowing how to win and know how to lose is a rare achievement, but you can do it. Have faith, believe in God!!