Nietzsche And Truth Novels & Stories

"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."

“It’s not black and white.” “Well, it’s not rainbows and butterflies either.” I paused and then sigh. “It’s not about rainbows and butterfly, Andy,” I explained. “It’s just the concept of truth is nothing but a fucking bullshit. Who cares about the truth anyways?” “I care about the truth,” she muttered. “I can’t just make hasty decision in my field, Emilia. And I can’t just watch you make hasty decisions too.” “You’ve watched me make one before.” “I can’t let you make another one.”

He said. His tone was so certain, like he believed in me… more than I believed in myself. I looked at him properly then. He looked exactly the same as he always did, but today, there was something else there to him. Something quieter. Something grounded. “They don’t need to,” I said. “They just need enough people to believe it.” Nathaniel’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s the problem with narratives,” he said. “They don’t need to be true. They just need to be convincing.”

“Where was that trust when I was in that dark room?” He held my gaze. “Trust isn’t about breaking you. It’s about fixing problems.” “Fixing?” I barked. “You crushed me. You killed part of me.” He flinched almost imperceptibly, but didn’t apologize. “Only because you nearly destroyed everything I’ve built.” “Because I spoke the truth,” I replied quietly. “And you couldn’t handle it.” He looked away, his gaze drifting to the window. “Truth is subjective.” I smiled sadly. “If your truth is broken, then I reject it.”

I mocked. “It's much easier to see what you want to see. I'll say it a thousand times, and it'll look the same to you.” He snorted. He snorted. “I'm not going to stand here like everyone else, trying to make you see the truth by force; one day you'll see it for yourself, and it'll be too late.” “Truth is a relative concept.” I muttered. “Maybe it is, but you can't run away from it all your life.”

His smile slowly wilts, so he sits down on the floor — leaving his eyes at the same height as hers, delighting in their beauty. “Maybe life itself is one big riddle, that we need to figure out little by little… It's like that with the truth, don't you think? We all believe we know the truth, but what exactly is the truth? Some would say it is absolute… and so I used to think too.” “And when did that change?” Eleonor asks, confused by the words that don't seem to make any sense.

They discussed their strategies, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever truths they would uncover. Alex, the leader with an unwavering determination, voiced their shared sentiments. "This chapter is crucial for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We have come so far, and now it's time to face the truth head-on. Whatever it may be, we must be ready to embrace it and use it as a catalyst for change." Andrea, known for her intuition and empathy, added, "The truth has a way of setting us free. It may challenge our beliefs and shake the foundations of what we thought we knew, but in the end, it will lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

Perhaps this was because, contrary to the words of love, it shed Truth in a deadlier light, speaking of naught much but his wrath. This morning Nervia had spoken on the despair in sin. The church called it a sin against Truth’s love. A state where a sinner refused to accept the love of Truth, choosing to wallow in the vanity of their sins. It had grated at Sethlzaar’s ears as she’d spoken, her voice carrying over the silence of the congregation to consume the entire hall even with her age. It made him wonder what she thought of him now.