Truth And Other Lies Novels & Stories

She liked that. Halfway down the block, she said: "You're hard to read, you know that." "I've been told." "It's not a complaint."she said: "Let me guess something about you." "What?" "Two Lies and One Truth. I say three things about myself. Two are lies. One's the truth. You guess which one. Then your turn." He gave her a long look."You first."

He was playing with his words, giving me just enough to keep me hooked but not enough to give me real answers. “Why won’t you just tell me?” Alden’s eyes darkened slightly, and for a moment, I thought he might actually answer. But instead, he simply leaned forward, his voice dropping lower, his presence pressing into mine, “Because, Nyx…” He murmured, “Some truths are better left forgotten.” A chill ran down my spine. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could push further, there was a sudden knock at the door. Liam’s voice carried through, “Alden, we have a problem.”

“How did you get so wise?” “Seventy-eight years of living.” She pulled me into a hug and let me cry on her shoulder. “Truth always wins in the end. You know why? Because lies need constant work. Someone has to keep feeding them. Truth just sits there. Harrison’s lies will fall apart eventually. We just have to outlast them.” “Will they really?” “Yes. Always. It might take time, but the truth is patient, and so are we.”

she reacted then stared at him for a while “It’s a good thing though but in our world sometimes you just have to dilute the truth” she said “More reason you all don’t have peace… you have a world built heavily on so much lies that if the truth breaks out today, they would be an instant world war” “That’s not true” she protested “Why do you lie?” he asked her “Because the truth is bitter and lying save you a lot of problems” she said “No… Because you deliberately do the wrong things even when you know the right thing to do… if an action is going to make you lie, why do it? Selfishness” he said and she remained silent

his reply confused me because his tone didn’t held any anger or sadness He somehow understood my expressions and replied to my unasked question “ yes a little disappointed but not angry at all because it was my choice to marry her not hers so I should accept her with all her secrets.” “ Secrets…..huhhh they were lies” I sneered “ No Night. Lieing is assertion that is believe to be false. But they never lied. They just didn’t tell the truth. Try to put yourself in their shoes. What would your thoughts be if you get switched into an unknown person’s body in an unknown world? according to you Sandra was switched on wedding Night. Just think how much she would be sacred being married to an unkno

"Your younger sister claims you assaulted her when you were both younger. She further claims that recently, you attacked her husband without provocation." The words sank deep, but I refused to flinch. “I see,” I said, refusing to let my voice crack. "And do you know what happens when lies are repeated long enough?" The Guard frowned. "They become... believable." "They become convenient," I corrected. "Especially when the truth is ugly." Silence hung between us for a moment. "You want honesty?" I asked. "Then you will have it. All of it. Even the parts that will make you wish you hadn't asked."

You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them. But – oddly and incredibly – what Claire discovered was that telling the truth was exactly like that. Once you told one real, shining true thing, then you wanted to tell another one. Then another. Then you were tempted to just lay it all out, just go for total, hell-for-leather honesty. This was especially the case if you hadn't told the truth in a long time, the way that she hadn't. Truth was liberating, she thought as she lay next to Jack's naked body, and it was empowering, and after she'd told Jack one true thing, then she'd had a damn hard time stopping herself from telling him every single true thing that she knew.

… Dear diary, This is something brilliant I’ve come up with; I call it –The truth about lies What do your parents know about you? If your parents are around your answer would be- everything. But, no. There are things you want to tell them, there are things you will tell them and there are things that you'll never tell them. I am full of them. If I had told them from the beginning it'll all be fine, at least it would be easier. Lies, they grow and spread so deep, most of them overlap and outgrow others. If you are willing, to tell the truth, or you are thinking about doing so, you will find out that then all-(almost all) of your reality is funded by lies and it is better to give up than con

ME: Yes. MISSY: But some things were true. The sentence made my chest tighten. I knew that feeling. I had spent years separating the true moments from the manipulative ones. The problem was that they often existed together. ME: Logan’s lies often begin with small truths. Missy did not respond for almost a minute. Then: MISSY: What does that mean? I thought carefully. ME: It means he may say something real, then use that truth to make the larger lie easier to accept.

If the love is real enough, deep enough, built solid enough underneath all the lies, maybe it survives finding out how it started. It was, I understood even as I thought it, an obscene kind of logic. The reasoning of a man so afraid of losing something that he’d rather manufacture the conditions for keeping it than risk facing the truth of whether it deserved to be kept at all. I sat there on the edge of the bed a long moment, listening to the water running in the next room, turning that over, hating myself a little for how easily I’d talked myself into believing it might actually work. If he loves me enough by the time the truth comes out, maybe it doesn’t matter that I built that love on a