Why Does The Truth Hurt 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."

“Every detail matters. We’ll analyze every word, every number. There’s a pattern here—something that connects all of it.” I shook my head in disbelief at efforts to re-make my history and reality that faced me. "I cannot believe that all that I had thought was a lie," I muttered. "That the man I loved, and my daddy who raised me up, would be so able to do such a heinous act." His fingers were stretched across mine. "Sometimes the truth hurts more than the lies we cling to," he said, his own voice charged with determination and sorrow. "But being forced to confront it is the only thing to come back from and to—and to build anything on."

The empowerment of finally speaking my truth collides with the hollow realization that truth doesn't always heal—sometimes it simply confirms that what you thought was solid ground was actually quicksand all along. Beautiful, fragile, and utterly ephemeral—just like the bond I may have shattered beyond repair.

"I owe it to you. I owe it to your brother. I owe it to everyone I've hurt along the way, everyone whose life I've damaged." "You don't owe them anything. You were trying to survive. You were trying to protect the people you love." "I owe them the truth. I owe them the chance to understand, even if they never forgive me." "The world doesn't want to understand. The world wants to judge. The world wants blood." "Then let them judge. At least they'll be judging the truth for once." ---

“Okay, you hate me. But why are you torturing yourself? Because if you haven't noticed, nobody here cares whether you live or die. Not even your so-called soulmate.” My heart clenched. Painfully. The truth often hurt like a bitch. And when this truth had once been the defining factor of your life, it hurts like a bitch ten times over. I stifled the stab of pain. Turning my head to face the man I now hated with all my heart and soul, I asked with a mocking sneer. "And you care?” His body visibly stiffened. I wondered if he was contemplating telling a lie or cracking one more of his sarcastic jokes.

With this rate, I was going to find out the truth late, but still, I wanted to know what was happening. “You really need to understand what you're doing. You're seeking the truth too fast. That's what got you into trouble the first time. You have to be careful when seeking the truth because most times it ends up killing you.” Well that was an ouch to my face. But to some extent maybe she was right. Maybe going after what was true was sometimes harder than imagined. My heart drummed, and I tried my best to ensure things fell in place but to some extent, it didn't.

"Do you know if there will be any scars?" "I don't know. But he would heal. I should think so," Sophie said evenly and closed her eyes. If she had to hear the man think out loud about how to put a positive spin on Sage being marked for life, she would have to throw something at him. She was so tired of people who thought that the truth was a dirty word, people who thought through every syllable they uttered, always choosing appearances above honesty. Sometimes the truth is just the truth, no matter how much you manipulate it, and the truth was that two people she deeply cared for were in pain because of her!

"I'm getting tired of people treating me like I can't handle the truth. I'm getting tired of being protected from information that concerns my own life." I can see the anger and hurt in her eyes, and it breaks my heart. But I also know that telling her the truth could get us both killed. "The truth is only going to hurt you," I say desperately. "Luna, please. Just quit while they haven't gotten to you yet." The words slip out before I can stop them, and I immediately realize my mistake. Luna's eyes widen, and I can see her mind working, processing what I just said.

In her mind, she explored all the sides of the issue: the harshness of the disclosure, the pleasure in it, the question if in fact the pleasure can be a good reason for the pain, the question if the pain is, in this case, something the person deserves. That is what she went for. Not for revenge or not only for revenge, that is. Because of the exact principle, her mother after all had only showed her through her own life, never even uttering the word principle: the truth was more valuable even the discomfort of telling it. The people who were wronged deserved to know the truth even when the truth was painful. And the other option silence complicity the easy upkeep of a pretty lie brought abou

"You know why can't you just admit things like earlier? You kissed me, but you refuse to accept that it was you who kissed me. Do you think I would believe that it meant nothing and that you were just dizzy?" I looked at her seriously while she continued to glare at me. "It means nothing." "If I tell you that it means something to me, would it still mean nothing to you?" She raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and lifted her chin. "Nothing." "Really? Why can't you just be honest?" "Honesty will only let people hurt you more because the more they know, the more you say, the more ways they will find to hurt you. Other people don't care whether what you say is true or not, it's better not to g