Why Does The Truth Hurt Novels & Stories

"I know it's not—not fair. Maryann, I know—know none of this is—is fair to you. But—but I'm being honest—honest. That's more than—than silence and avoidance. I'm—I'm here. I'm trying. I'm—I'm telling you the truth—truth instead of lying—lying and saying I'm ready—ready when I'm not." "The truth hurts worse than—than the silence did. At least—least with silence I could—could pretend you just needed—needed a few days. Now—now I know you might—might never want me. That—that I'm just convenient second—second chance for widower who—who doesn't want to be—be alone."

slow as she continues, “Jackson didn’t forge that will. He didn’t take that land, he didn’t break my family, and he also didn’t benefit from the lie once he learned it. Instead, he chose the truth.” Whispering moves through the crowd as she lifts her chin slightly. She clears her throat and continues, “I’m not here to explain to the world what happened. I'm not here to soften the blow or hide in shame. Yes, the truth is painful, but sometimes it’s the only way to begin again.” My chest aches tightly, too tight. “We cannot heal from lies, we can only heal from honesty… even if it breaks us first.” The applause that erupts isn’t polite, it’s roaring, angry, grateful, alive, and I watch her, my

Joan suggested “I’d never hurt Shannon, and I have never looked at any woman the way I look at her. She really hurt me and my son. She made me realize that no matter what you do for people, if they decide that you’re not enough for them then you aren’t” He swallowed down hard, it was the truth. The plain truth and no matter how any one tries to sugarcoat it, the truth would always hurt like a bitch.

It hurts so much, the kind of pain you can't express because you don't have the right to complain that you're hurting because you're the one who did this. He didn't tell you to love him. So you don't have the right to complain that you're jealous! Because you're not together anymore. You're not him! Truth hurts, you know. We were fine before, and now I see him with another girl? Shyttt! How love sucks. Fuckk! And because I was tired from boxing the punching bag, I decided to go home. My house is near the gym I went to, so I just walked. I changed clothes before lying down on my bed to rest.

No one ever told me the truth and I had to deal with the pain of their betrayal. Just when I thought everything was finally falling into place, I had to discover that it was only a lie and nothing was real. Everything felt like the universe was against my happiness. Why did it hurt so much? I felt like dying. The pain was just so much that I could feel my hands trembling. "Avery," Alpha Red's voice broke my thoughts and I turned to look at him with tears filled eyes.

I had finally managed to climb a tree to reach for a pomegranate, but I ended up falling from the tree. Surprisingly, I didn't feel the expected pain. Instead, I looked down and found a pale-faced Xavier pinned beneath me. "I'm sorry..." At that time, he was frail, and my fall had resulted in his bone fractures. In the hospital room, I cried uncontrollably, apologizing repeatedly. He, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm and said, "I've noticed that you haven't laughed or cried during this period. I thought you might have gone numb. Now that you can cry, it means things aren't too bad.

Only stupid people will fall for a man who doesn't know how to love, and I'm not stupid enough to fall for a person who doesn't believe in love. I will never fall in love with someone. In the first place, I know that person can't love me back. ❝Why?❞ he asked gossipily. Have you ever been hurt by love? What she knows about love is people who are afraid to love or people who are bitter in love is that they are the people who burn in the truth of love, which is not just pure happiness sometimes. It will slap you with the harsh and painful truth that you will often feel pain that you may never want to feel again.

Watching the flames dance. “I am afraid the answers will hurt people.” A pause. Another. Then another. “Especially the people we love.” The honesty touched her deeply. Because it revealed something important. The investigation was no longer about revenge. No longer about blame. It was about truth. And truth carried consequences. Sometimes painful consequences. Ava reached for her phone. Then typed slowly. Truth hurts. Lies hurt longer. Adrian read the message. Several times. Then nodded. Because once again she found the heart of the matter.

"I still made the choice." "You kept your promise." "I know." "But maybe you've kept it long enough." I swallow hard. "If I tell the truth..." She finishes my sentence. "...people will get hurt." "Yes." "But they're already hurting, aren’t they?” I stare at the papers spread across the floor. She is right. Whitney is hurting. Jayden is hurting. Even I am barely holding myself together anymore. Keeping quiet is not protecting anyone now. It is only making everything worse. My mother squeezes my shoulder.

“I told you what I believed you needed to hear.” “You told me that you had no idea who he was, that you’d never heard the name. So, what is this picture?” “It’s the truth. All of it.” “Why now?” “I don’t understand.” “Why do I need to hear this truth now?” I questioned. She gave a small, sad smile. “You’re scared. The truth hurts, and you don’t want to get hurt.” “What is the truth?” “Take a seat.” “No. What is the truth?” I asked again.