Why Does The Truth Hurt Novels & Stories

I can feel his gaze at me but I chose to look in front without meeting his gaze. I was betrayed enough I can't endure looking at him while hearing the truth from his own mouth. I feel like I will get betrayed once again today. But still, I don't want to live with lies anymore. I wanted to face the harsh reality even if ti breaks me. Because a hurtful truth is better than a sweet lie.

“She didn’t.” Something in my chest that had been holding steady for days finally cracked. “You let me grieve a lie for eighteen years.” “I let you grieve something you could live with.” “That wasn’t your decision to make.” “Everything in this house is my decision to make.” His voice rose, then caught itself, softened. “I did what I thought was right, Lillian. I still believe it was right.” “Then tell me the truth now. All of it.” “I can’t.” “Why not?” “Because some truths don’t protect you. They only arm the people who want to hurt you with more to use against you.”

“Yeah. Is there anything wrong with that? What if you have something that could hurt others if you spell it out, would you mind telling it to them or might as well keep it to them so there will be no problem at all. All you have is that problem exclusively for yourself.” “Just because truth hurts doesn't mean that you won't tell it just to avoid hurting someone. Sometimes to spill the truth is also saving your love ones and saving yourself from loneliness. Because sometimes secrets make us different and later on it will consume us if it is not healthy to ourselves so we will be lonely but also sometimes we didn't realize that it was all about selfishness.” “Time heal wounds, right?”

I said almost whispered. I know what I said to her hurts. But the truth hurts, right? It's better to be hurt by the truth than to hope for nothing. "I-i love him." She said while crying. "I know. But you know what I realize? That everything happens for a reason. We may feel hurt for now, but once the perfect guy came you will be thankful that it didn’t happen because if it does you will not be with your perfect guy.” I said softly to comfort her.

Lena said, her voice tinged with melancholy, “sometimes I wonder if the truth is even worth all this pain. What’s the point of knowing the depths of his depravity if it only makes me suffer more?” Victoria stopped walking and turned to face Lena. “The truth is painful, Lena, but it’s also freeing. It helps you understand what happened, why it happened, and how to move forward. You’ve been living in a lie, and now you have the chance to rebuild your life based on reality, not illusion.”

Vivian's face turned purple; she scratched his hand with both her hands, unable to break free. "You used my sympathy, gained my trust through deception, and hurt the person I cared about most." Damian's words were cold, his murderous intention thick. "Did you really think you could keep on toying with the Silvermoon Pack?" Vivian's tears and mucus mixed as she struggled and screeched in agony. "Damian, please let me go, I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please, just give me another chance! I swear I won't lie again!"

I saw it, clearly enough that it’s not use in pretending anymore. “What’s that?” I had to ask, he’ll doubt it, so I had to. I don’t wanna know, and I'm sure he’ll throw a well-framed lie on my face and I want that. Because the truth will hurt, like it is hurting him, like he is ruining himself because of something that is not even alive. But the dead is gone, the alive is suffering. And that’s what is happening here. Suffering, the pain, the torment, it’s all stored in those crumbled papers that have fallen into the bin, like they mean nothing.

"Daniel she is lying! Why will I do such a thing!" "Because your greediness will make you do anything for the love you had for him!" Christabel retorted. "Why not ask for forgiveness, Christabel!" Daniel yelled. Daniel's outburst undermined Christabel's heart. Hurt splashed her eyes. "Forgiveness? Didn't you say whatever I said you will believe it? Your promise is so weak." On seeing the police officers surrounding them. "Monica tell the truth! The truth, please!" Christabel growled dragging her slapdash.

“Then… how can I know what’s real? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?” Her hands trembled—not with weakness, but with controlled fury. “Because sometimes the truth isn’t clean. Sometimes it’s ugly, and it hurts, and it makes people doubt the ones they love the most. Maybe… maybe you’re ready for the ugly truth, maybe you’re not. But stop pretending everything is black and white!”

Advised him that I will be coming in late. I exhale my frustrations, wanting them to disappear, but it never does. I am getting the feeling that I will not only hurt him but also lose my best friend, again. That’s one thing I hate about telling the truth, how you can hurt someone with it. The truth is something that all of us say we wanted but in reality, it is something that none of us wanted to hear because most of the time the truth hurts us so much. I sat in one of the crates and pulled out my phone. I opened the last two messages Katie sent to me before I blocked her number.