You Will Never Reach The Truth Novels & Stories

I have no idea how he's using them to type on the itty-bitty keys. I figure as long as he's able to ignore me, I can ignore him as well, which I have done wholeheartedly. Once I set my mind to something, my determination is unending. But it doesn't mean I'm not heartbroken. And I still don't know what to do. Sure, the answer seems obvious. Tell the fucking truth. Isn't that what they teach everyone in elementary school? The truth will set you free and all that. But here's the thing. The truth won't set everyone free. The truth will get someone in trouble. And that trouble will be a shockwave through our entire circle. If there's even a friend circle left afterward.

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.

Only the truth will unravel the mind which has become a slave to the hidden things. Another sad thing is that the mind is unable to acknowledge the red lights that shine its path. It seeks what doesn’t seek it and even then, when it knows to turn back, it is fueled by rebellion to keep up till the truth unravels. But the truth is not always what is expected. The truth. Is that even a thing or just the phrase that keeps Sebastian late out this night, driving back home to his sleeping daughter and wife. He shuts his eyes and the only words that registers are;

"No one should have the power to control your life or hold your past over you." Together, we embarked on a journey to uncover the truth, unearthing buried memories and following the trail of breadcrumbs left by the mysterious sender. The investigation led us through a maze of deceit, lies, and unexpected alliances. We encountered old acquaintances, each with their own motives and secrets, threatening to derail our pursuit of the truth.

You cannot just be thirsty for followers as a saint. You cannot engage the unknown as followers. The system is breaking, for it is at its breaking verge. You cannot urge for more and more like an insane. Somewhere, you need to stop. Some peak is enough for wants. Then, next, if you want more, you are being insane. The system breaks. On truth, it was not placed, so it breaks. For logic fails to support your lies. Logic is truth; therefore, it can fly even above the boundaries of a uniform sky, beyond the globe, above so high.

“Cazz… you can’t. You can’t remove truth from the world.” “I didn’t suggest that, I thought in the long term, perhaps we need to be offensive about cleansing minds—” “No, Cazz, listen to me… Wolves exist. That’s just true. You can’t stop that from being true. So whether people are speaking about it or not doesn’t change that. If we were to try and compel every person who even suspected the wolves were real… that’s just turning them into puppets. We can’t do it. Seriously. That’s…” My heart chittered at the words that came to mind. But I’d just told him that you couldn’t stop a truth being true just by not allowing it to be spoken, so I swallowed my fear back and made myself say it.

His smile slowly wilts, so he sits down on the floor — leaving his eyes at the same height as hers, delighting in their beauty. “Maybe life itself is one big riddle, that we need to figure out little by little… It's like that with the truth, don't you think? We all believe we know the truth, but what exactly is the truth? Some would say it is absolute… and so I used to think too.” “And when did that change?” Eleonor asks, confused by the words that don't seem to make any sense.

he argued, “if we let them change, if we let them cross lines… how do we know what is right? How do we know what is true? How do we keep them from falling into chaos and ruin?” “Because truth does not change when people change,” I answered softly. “Truth is simply how things are. And things are made to connect. Made to belong. Made to weave together into something stronger and finer than any single part could ever be. You do not lose truth when you open your gates. You find more of it. You find parts you never knew existed, parts that were hidden behind your own walls.”

When he walked in, he saw Ethan slumped on the couch, eyes empty and lifeless. The elderly maid stood across from him, her expression distant. "It's not as if I'm just now telling the truth. Over the past year, when did Miss Seraphina ever lie about what happened?" Ethan stared blankly at her, as if he hadn't heard a word. Looking at how lost Ethan was, Damian instantly knew that Ethan had finally found out about the truth as well. The maid's voice trembled with pity. "I watched her grow up. I know she could be proud and stubborn sometimes, but she would never hurt anyone with tricks or lies."

“I would rather not rest. I don’t want anything but the truth.” “The truth,” he laughed. “I know this is going to sound like a line from a movie, but you can’t handle the truth.” “I see. You feel since I am young, I will not be able to comprehend the truth. I read somewhere that the truth is how we perceive an event, and that fact is what actually transpires. So, why don’t you start with facts?” “I had not intended to have this conversation tonight.” Gabriel’s tone changed to displeasure.