Why Does The Truth Hurt Novels & Stories

Whatever it is. — And if the truth hurts her? — She already hurts. From the beginning. Since she agreed to take my place that night. Since she discovered she loved you. Since she understood she would have to leave. The truth can't hurt her more than the silence. He looks at me for a long time. A very long time. As if rediscovering me. — You're incredible, he murmurs. — No. I'm just tired of lying. Tired of pretending. Tired of protecting people who already hurt.

As she always says, the truth hurts. "Let the reality slap you, even if it hurts. Because if you will keep yourself clueless and blind by the truth, you'll get hurt even more, and you will be crushed slowly." She said that one time we were talking about her being the savage queen. And I agree with her belief. That even if reality sucks, we should let it slap us, and face it. Because if we will keep ourselves clueless and blind, we would just end up being broken than ever.

"Yes, you will. Because that's what you do. You run before you can get hurt, even if it means hurting the people who love you." I felt tears starting to burn behind my eyes. "Julian, please don't say that." "Why not? It's the truth. And tonight you wanted honesty, so that's what you're getting." Julian's words were obviously showing that he was really really hurt. I thought to myself that I may have finally lost him.

“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.

She was sure of that. Tom eased off of her embrace, sad eyes almost void of anything. The faint pink hues splattered on his face were the only signs of life in him. "Truth is..." he trailed off. It was clear he was undergoing a mental battle as if trying to remember something. "Truth is like a wound, it hurts but cures," he finally uttered, confidently. To say she wasn't flabbergasted would be a huge falsehood. Zaphrina blinked a couple of times before shaking her head lightly as if she had just realized herself in Saturn.

His voice was low, almost a promise, almost a threat. “Don’t,” I whispered. He didn’t answer. The door shut behind him. And I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, my hands covering my face. Tears came hot, unstoppable. Not because I wanted him back. Not because I forgave him. But because I hated the truth. The truth always hurt , it feels like a stab to the chest. Nothing comes close Also hated that the more he stayed, the harder it became to remember why I ever left.

The truth hurts, but it hurts even more when it is told to someone who is a victim of lies. “Fuck all of you, I am done!"

The pain, the horror, the sick feeling of being exposed. “That was you,” I whispered. He just watched me, the hint of a smile still on his lips. “Why?” I asked, tears stinging my eyes. He shrugged, almost gentle. “You needed to see things as they were. Sometimes the truth hurts, but it sets you free.” I wanted to scream at him, to hit him, to throw him overboard and watch him sink. But all I could do was stand there, the weight of the blanket anchoring me in place.

He is my brother. "Why, Sebastian? To be honest, when you first uttered those words, no actually when you shouted those words at me, I was angry and livid. I even left the house writing a letter. However, later I understood that everything you said was actually true. I don't even know why you are apologising to me." I told him back. I don't even know anymore. All they said was actually true even if it hurts. It hurts but when does truth not hurt. The world is filled with lies, maybe that's why people who are happy are the people who are in false understanding. Because when the truth comes, you will be destroyed. And for me it was at a very young age.

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.