Little White Lies Meaning Novels & Stories

Everything that feels wrong in her eyes she will cover up with little lies so that it will look better in her eyes. Even in the last two weeks, she had repeatedly lied to Mrs. Eden. First about not going to work because she was sick for two days, then followed by other lies the next day when she came into the office. The one lie she concocted at the start has created many more lies over the past two weeks to cover up other lies she has created before. So lying is really addictive. Once you tell a lie, then you will continue to lie to cover up the first lie. Great!

He said. "It's not a lie, Jameson." Lucinda rolled her eyes, wondering why her son-in-law was so uptight. "Then what is it?" He asked, folding his arms as he waited for a response. "A white lie. It's a lie that is meant to do good." She defended, sounding so sure of her argument. "How is it meant to do good?" He asked. "She'll come home is the good that's meant to happen!" Lucinda yelled, breathing heavily through her nose.

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

“I just… forgot to ask. How are you feeling now?” I blinked. “What?” “You took sick leave today. Is there anything wrong? A fever? Headache? I can take you to the doctor if you need.” Oh. Right. That lie. That tiny, barely-formed white lie I had slipped into the universe earlier in the day to avoid going to class like a functioning member of society. That little fictional health emergency I crafted just so I could rot in bed and marinate in my own feelings like a salted fish. Oops. “Oh. No, I’m alright now,” I said quickly, throwing in a sheepish smile. “Just some headache. Nothing serious.”

[ IN WHICH SHE STARTS A FIRE ] Lies. A false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth. Sin lied to me. How do I know? It is the same with what the woman from the open market said, ‘dead people can tell when someone's dead’. And the same thing goes for the living. The living can tell when someone's alive. I can feel Rome. I can feel his claws tugging at my heart as he calls out to me. I can hear him telling me to come to him. I can feel him more closer than ever now. He is lurking at the back of my mind, making it difficult to forget about him. He is telling me he's waiting for me; he's alive.

Our teacher used this example to tell us that we should be honest, or else it could lead to serious consequences. Damon stiffened and instinctively glanced at Nyla, relieved to find she wasn't looking at him. He sat down next to Mason and played with him, saying, "Buddy, your teacher is right. But there's also a kind of lie called a 'white lie.' It's not meant for yourself but to protect others from being hurt. That kind of lie can be forgiven." Mason immediately countered, "But lying is still lying, right? No matter if it's for a good intention or not, it's still lying!"

"A little." "Same thing." "No. It is not. Nervous is a feeling. Lying is an action. I am not lying. I am omitting. There is a difference." "What is the difference." "Lying is saying something false. Omitting is not saying something true. I am not saying I am terrified. That is omitting." My mother laughed. "You are impossible." "I am possible. Just difficult." "I love you." "I love you too." "See you on Thursday."

Nikolai “Hope, oh my gosh, we missed you!” “Yeah, girl. Where have you been?” “Just…here and there.” I can hear the hesitation on her voice as she lied to her friends. She hated lying, even with the smallest things. I told her that I told her friends she went on a vacation. If it were me I would have said I had gone on a tour in Europe to search for myself, made up stories along the way. Say anything necessary to make my false story more believable. But Hope isn’t a liar like me. Giving a vague answer is the most she could do. In the end, it’s all up to interpretation.

He said to me, causing the smile on my face to widen, but deep within I felt very guilty because I had lied to him. Well, I had told him the truth about getting a job, but I didn't exactly tell him the truth about where exactly the building was located, or the real name of the company, as I was afraid that he was going to search it out online and find out that the company was located in Blenka City. If he eventually found out about that, he was going to stop me, because then, he would understand that the main reason I wanted to go there was because of Michael. Due to that, I had to tell a small white lie to him.

“It’s something that’s not true.” “Hmn. But I have a longer version which I want you to imbibe. As punishment, you will take a notebook and pen from the dressing table. Then you will write down this definition fifty times. A lie is any false information given with the intention to deceive. Can you repeat that, Sweetheart?” “A lie is any false information given with the intention to deceive.” Inara recited grudgingly but he ignored her countenance. “Good, you’re submitting it before bedtime. That should give you some work to do before I get back.”