Nietzsche And Truth Novels & Stories

Tears dropped down my face at hearing her voice, so clear, so real, like she was standing right beside me. "But knowledge alone is not enough," her voice continued. "You need truth. Not the truth others tell you, but the truth you discover for yourself. The truth about who you are, what you are capable of, and what you are willing to sacrifice." The glowing faded, but the first lock remained open. Two more to go. I looked at Beatrice through my tears. "The second key. Truth. I need to discover some truth about myself?" Beatrice nodded slowly. "A truth you have been hiding from. A truth about your nature, your power, your destiny."

she confirmed, furthering, “Cohen, actually, the truth you have always known is a mixture of lies and truth, but one is more than the other.” Her statement kept getting deeper, making him to get more confused. “What do you mean?” He investigated. “What’s the truth and what’s the lie?” Elsie sighed and went silent for a few seconds. “It’s hard to distinguish, but if you can give me a little more time, I will figure it out.” “Are you sure you can?” He doubted. Elsie boldly nodded, assuring, “it’s just a matter of time until the truth surface. Lies can’t cover the truth forever. Just a little more time.”

"You’re not supposed to fight for one against the other. You're here to fight for both. For your family. For truth." He shook his head. “Truth has destroyed us, Natalie. What good is it?” "Truth doesn't destroy," I declared with certainty. "Secrets will. Lies will. Truth will hurt, yes, but truth can also heal, if you are bold enough to face it," He looked at me then, his gaze searching mine, as if he found courage in me that he no longer had in him and I gave it to him with every word.

"I understand, Nathaniel. Loyalty is important, but so is the truth. You can't let your loyalty blind you to what's right." His eyes met mine, searching for answers, seeking solace. "But what if the truth destroys everything we've built? What if it unravels the bonds that have held us together all these years?" I took a deep breath, summoning the strength to speak my mind. "Nathaniel, sometimes the truth is painful, but it's necessary. It's the foundation upon which trust is built. If we don't confront the truth, it will continue to haunt us, poisoning our relationships and our own sense of self."

And every time, I forgave him without hesitation. [Don't be fooled just because the kid is young. He's a fantastic liar.] [When he was eating with the male lead, he even called the supporting male lead an old loser!] [Having a son like that really makes you feel bad for the supporting male lead. The son's an ingrate.] Those comments sent a chill down my spine. I could not believe that the child standing in front of me had been helping his mother deceive me for so long, despite only being five years old. But the truth was right there in front of me. I had no choice but to believe it.

Do you think he told us the truth when he said he cannot remember? The truth isn’t a math exam. It isn’t made of numbers, and can neither be calculated nor concluded, since it is constantly expanding. There is no absolute answer when it comes to the truth. It changes in the hands of those who touch it. Like a living organism, it moves, breathes and, sometimes, flees as soon as you approach it. ‘Of course it can be true,’ Helen said, and thereby: the truth.

"That's not an answer." Her lips curved into the faintest smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you've hired those vultures, then you already know more than you should. But tell me—what good will it do? To Jana? To you? To anyone?" "Truth matters," I said, sharper than I intended. Dianne tilted her head, studying me like one would a stubborn child. "Truth is only useful if it heals. Sometimes it destroys. My family... we learned that the hard way."

he argued, “if we let them change, if we let them cross lines… how do we know what is right? How do we know what is true? How do we keep them from falling into chaos and ruin?” “Because truth does not change when people change,” I answered softly. “Truth is simply how things are. And things are made to connect. Made to belong. Made to weave together into something stronger and finer than any single part could ever be. You do not lose truth when you open your gates. You find more of it. You find parts you never knew existed, parts that were hidden behind your own walls.”

he countered, "but that is... what's the human expression? Next to the point?" "Beside the point," I ground out. "Yes!" Uisdean smiled in delight. "Words again, so lovely. It is beside the point because Nietzsche was a poet and also a composer." "What?" I blinked; totally unprepared for this fairy to know more than I did about a human. "I don't believe Nietzsche would be as offended by our feast as you are," Uisdean mused. "I think he would agree with me when I say; you're letting your slave morality cloud your reason."

I said. "Then we know which one and we plan accordingly," he said. Practical and unafraid. "We can't control what they do with what they experience. We can only make sure what they experience is true." He looked at me. "Truth is the only thing that lasts. You know that better than anyone." I did know that. I felt it in every bond I had ever read. The difference in texture between what was real and what was performed. The way real things held their shape under pressure and performed things collapsed.