Novel & Cerita Sans Disbelief

“Or you can dare to believe the truth… that you were born for greatness, never meant to kneel for anyone.” My heart pounded like it could explode any minute. I didn’t know what to believe again. I’d had enough of their argument, and I so much wish they could be in a separate space away from the one I was in for a few seconds. My vision, for no reason, started to blur; the world and everything surrounding us began to spin uncontrollably. “I...I... don’t…” —but I couldn’t form a complete sentence; my voice drowned in my thoughts. “I don’t know what to believe from either of you anymore.”

Carmilla continued after seeing Cristopher’s sullen expression towards her, the expression showed pure disbelief and doubt. He simply clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. “I bet you never knew that the death of my mother was in fact, intentional, have you? Ignorance isn’t an excuse, and never will it be one. Your ignorance will be the death of you one day, ignorance will kill you.” He sneered, anger and disappointment were clearly engraved in his expression. There are no other words shall the woman use that will effectively convince him, for nothing was convincing for a man who refuses to believe something that contradicts his own belief.

“I’m the only one who knows the truth.” Faith didn’t move. She didn’t even blink. Her eyes were still wide, but there was a look in them—something I couldn’t place. Was it pity? Disbelief? Or maybe a combination of both?

Something inside her snapped, not loudly, not dramatically, but in a quiet, sinking way that made her realize she had been standing on unstable ground this entire time. She exhaled slowly. Fine. If words wouldn’t reach him, then there was no point standing here bleeding on the inside for him to ignore it. “All right,” she said, voice suddenly flat. Controlled in a way that didn’t match the storm in her chest. “Then don’t believe me.” She turned away. Everything after that felt like it happened too fast and too slow at the same time, his words hitting harder than they should have, his disbelief cutting deeper than anything she had faced before, because this was not just someone doubting her.

he says, and the disbelief is more than I can take, more than I can hear, more than I can stand. The rawness is unbearable, is uncontainable, is too much. The truth of it, the lies of it, the intensity of it all, the intensity of it all, the intensity of it all is real, is raw, is painful, is expected, is unexpected, is more than I know how to be, more than I know how to stand. It is. It is. It is.

Something flickered in their distant eyes. "That's..." Beginning started, then stopped. "That's actually... you're saying my despair is just certainty in disguise?" "Yes. You're certain we're lost. You're convinced nothing matters. You're absolutely sure we've accomplished nothing. That's certainty. Complete certainty. The kind of certainty we've been learning to question. The kind of rigid belief we've been practicing to hold lightly. You need to doubt your despair the same way you doubt everything else. Hold your meaninglessness lightly the same way you hold all truth lightly. Question your certainty about pointlessness the same way you question all certainty. It's harder because it's pain

"What did you actually believe when you were standing there holding those documents?" He thought about it honestly. "I believed her," he said. "I believed her and I was also holding something that looked real and I said the wrong thing because I was trying to be honest about the conflict rather than" "Rather than simply choosing her." "Yes." "She has been chosen badly before," Cressida said. Not unkindly. Just precisely. "She knows the difference between a man working through doubt and a man who simply chooses. She has been waiting to see which one you are."

“Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.” “I already know. You see me as a friend. And I probably should have never thought I could be more. I don’t have the type of money you have, and I don’t come from the type of family your mother wishes I did. And that’s alright. I can be your friend. I just can’t be your friend with you holding me close while slow dancing. Or while sneaking kisses in your office. Or while laying in bed together. It just confuses me.”

Agnishikha asked She is utterly confused with everything happening around her. What is true, what is false. " that's because of your own self you don't want to believe me because you believe him blindly. What proof did he give you that you believed him? Maybe showed his mark and then did the same as I did, didn't it? Then why believing his every word blindly and not giving me a chance to explain anything why Agnishikha? Why this partiality between us? I have every answer to your questions and I can even give you all proofs of my truth and real identity. But you need to believe me. "He said in a desperate tone

"Why is my belief not strong enough?" "Because you doubt yourself. Doubt your power. Doubt your right to impose reality. You ask permission from the universe instead of demanding it. You're too—humble. Too aware of limitations. You need to be arrogant. Certain. Unshakeable. You need to believe you're right. Always right. No matter what." Helena's voice was harsh. "The Primal Court doesn't doubt. Doesn't question. Doesn't—consider other options. They just—are. You need to be like that. Need to—become that. Or you'll lose. Always."