To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood Novels & Stories

Just as stars shine brightest against the backdrop of darkness, the purity of this person's gentleness stood out against the backdrop of misunderstanding that enshrouded them. And so, I found myself contemplating the duality that resides within us all. How fragile and yet resilient the human spirit is, how it can evoke both tenderness and turmoil, and how the perception of one's character can be shaped by the whims of interpretation. In this intricate dance between light and shadow, gentleness and misapprehension, I marveled at the symphony of the human experience, forever unfolding in its captivating mystery.

it didn't take long for me to know i had been lied to. Mig owns that voice.. Wow...it had been so easy to have being deceived by them. They would have probably laughed at how dumb i was. Woah... Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

“Sometimes great men may look mysterious, Kelly but their words are true so don't overthink it. This could be your chance to rise higher.” I nodded slowly. “I'll just have to talk to my husband.”

It's not about how hard you can hit; it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward... Jane tried to focus on listening to his explanation, The fundamental cause of the problems in today's world is that stupid people are stupid people are overconfident and smart people are full of doubts, right ?! luckily she wasn't that kind of second self as she chewed on the inside of her cheek looking him moving around. Gary was putting on his mask again in the middle of it Jane answered his finished explanation

"If you are a great man, then you don't have any weakness." "You're wrong, great men has their biggest weakness. It's their hunger for greatness. Everything they do, they have to think it through. There's no surprise, no thrill. Always by the book, obeying the rules. They are afraid to make mistake. Unlike men like me. I don't care about greatness. I don't care about glory. More importantly, I don't play by the rules. I do whatever I want, whenever I want." "That's what makes you the best, Master. No one can predict your every move."

I think the Goddess this time made a very serious mistake. -“ Maybe she put a spell on him…” my wolf intervened into my head. -“Yeah sure that’s the reason…..” I said sarcastically. Anyway, I can't keep crying over spilled milk or getting my hopes up for Maximus. I have to move on with my life by setting new goals in both my personal and professional life. Tomorrow is another day as Scarlett O'Hara said in the book "Gone with the Wind”.

“No matter how Impossible, Unattainable, or Unimaginable something may seem. If it's meant to be, it will be.” *********************** "We had an expiration date. We both knew it but didn't want to acknowledgment it. This wasn't meant to work out. The worst part is...you are perfect! You are everything a girl could ever ask for; smart, kind, funny, sweet, hot, nice to everyone. You are the whole package. I don't....I don't fit with you."

He'd chosen wrong. "Sure, of course. If only smart people were treated better." "We're treated like we have the plague, you bitch. You wouldn't know because you're normal. You got to live in ignorance your entire life. Boxed in by mediocrity. Destined for mundanity. You have no idea what greatness requires. What excellence demands." He sent another stream of pain through my body. I stopped, leaned against the wall. Sweat beaded my forehead as my legs shook. I awkwardly slid down to my ass. I didn't know how many more of these shocks I could take.

“Of course. So, Butterfly, what do you think about me?” A thousand thoughts rushed into my head, a thousand things that I'd wanted to tell him fighting for the chance to be the first one out of my mouth. It was a tough battle but eventually I was able to still the turmoil in my mind by reminding myself that the end result of spilling my guts would be unpleasant. So I decided to offer the least offensive opinion I had of him. “I think that you're misunderstood, and that people have gone on with this misconception for so long that you don't bother trying to change them. And even worse, you're starting to believe these misconceptions yourself.”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you being so kind to me? You barely know me. Most people I meet these days either ignore me or look at me like I did something wrong. Why are you different?” Damian sat back a little, but his eyes never left mine. “Because I know what it feels like to be misunderstood. To have people judge you without knowing the truth. And because… I see things in you that you might not even see in yourself yet.” “What things?” I asked quietly.