Truth is nothing. Truth is sanity. Sanity is nothing but just fitting in with everyone else. Insanity is everything, being yourself. Truth is absolute nothingness. False is
Kylie
It was almost too easy to stretch it. To bend it, to push it to the extreme. It’s funny how easily it comes, too. A little added description here, omit a word there and a whole new story is made. Twisting, swirling, never breaking. From mouth to ear to ear to ear. That’s what happens. Always in motion and never stopping.
Amanda
The truth is unattainable. I’m sorry. But the truth is a stone and our mouths are ponds and all you can ever get from those are ripples.
Truth is what I believe in; not to be conceited. I simply know the secret to life when others are lost in chaos. Why am I so afraid to share? Afraid to love? Thank You for allowing me to know Your all-encompassing truth and love… thank You for Your grace. May I give You glory for all the days of my life.
“You got 5 minutes to tell me the truth…..or, you could lose your life!!!” Threatened Bob
“I don’t know what happened!!! I’m telling you the truth! All I know is that Rob hates you! Please don’t shoot me! I really don’t know! Please Bob! Please?!?” Replied Sarah
“Ok. I guess I could consider that…….NOT!!!! You got 2 minutes left! Get talking!” Commanded Bob
” But I told you! I don’t know anything at all! Why are you so hung up on this? It’s just ice cream! Why do you care who stole your ice cream cone? They were free! What’s the matter with you?” Replied Sarah
“Time is up!” Shouted Bob
“Wait!” Screamed Sarah
“What now?” Asked Bob
“I found a twenty dollar bill that you can buy a better ice cream cone with your favorite toppings on top!” Replied Sarah
“Ok! Thanks bud!” Said Bob very delighted
“Anytime! Thanks for not…..um never mind!” Said Sarah
10 days later……
“Bam! Bam! Bam!”
“Oh no! What is it now? Bob! What are you doing at my house at 3:00 o’ clock in the morning?” Screamed Sarah
“Sarah! That’s just your brother, Tommy! He’s playing with his Nerf gun!” Replied Bob
“Oh! Ok!” Replied Sarah
The End!!!! What a fright right?
Katelyn Madonna
“How are your classing going?” my mother asks.
“Fine. In fact I’m really loving…” I go on on some story I make up.
The truth is, i’m too scared to tell you I’m struggling.
Diana
Not everyone actually understands the concept of truth. Truth is not just what you believe is reality but it’s a deeper phenomenon. Truth doesn’t change based on who views it. Truth is sometimes disguised as lies.
Sarah
I was sitting there thinking, I can’t believed I lied. This was the one person in my life that I wanted to be completely honest with and I ruined that. By just speaking one sentence, a few words, I lost something huge. His faith in my, all trust gone so quickly.
Madeline Ignash
Truth is life. It is what keeps things on track and derail them like a train at the same time. It should be protected and treasured. It often is hidden away or thrown in the corner, it hides in the shadow but sometimes come out into the sun; not often enough though.
Renee Loeffel
The ultimate sacrifice, the truth will eventually come to life, ripping from your mouths like a fire, burning in your souls like a flame that just can’t be hidden. Truth is the end all and be all of everything. THIS is the here and now, this is what everything boils down to. There’s no escaping and no hiding once it is shared. The question is: what is it?
Christinymous
Some people think they can twist the truth. Make it beg and change it till white is black and black is white. Change a word here and change a word there and it becomes something else. Truth is never just black or white it is grey but you can stick to it like glue and it will bring light to your life. If you look for truth you will find it or you will drown in lies.
Nicola Pike
here we sit in the pew, just like every sunday before and every sunday to follow. you sing and stand and sit on cue, a pious figurehead for everyone around you. and no one knows you go home and hurt your daughter behind closed doors.
quando diciamo la prima cosa che ci viene in mente senza finzioni senza recite di personaggio quando veramente apriamo il nostro cuore nelle nostre piccole quotidianita’ e tiriamo fuori quello che ci di vero dentro di noi. la verita che n
scer
Light em up. Light them all. Don’t miss one. In a graveyard of fuses, this field’s going to go up in flames. Yeah tonight, this valley will glow with the orange tint of fire. Baby get ready. Quickly now, light all the fuses. One by one, they’ll shine like the sun. No one will know, know one will see. Because like thieves we’ll sneak around in the middle of the night setting this valley aflame. In the midst of the darkness and despair, a blinding light will shine. And the truth is gonna come, so baby watch out.
you said you’d always love me. you said you’d be there for me. you said the monsters couldn’t hurt me now. you said you’d protect me. you said a lot of things. and you meant none of them.
Jessica
not lie
boyscout
trustful
loving
heartfull
nathan
Truth is a knife. It cuts through whatever bullshit someone is trying to throw at you but at the same time, you might slip and slice your own hand open. Truth is a weight on your mind after trying to make the past seem less painful than it was, when really it still sticks in your skin like so many barbs, the things that dented and molded you forever.
Amy
“don’t tell me. don’t tell me, i – ”
“you do,” she said, clicking the gun. “i’m not giving you any extra time. if you take a hint, it’ll be your finger – ”
“i said don’t tell me!” bella shook in her chair. “i just – i know it – ”
“five seconds – “
Alice
But I didn’t, she screamed, I never wanted the truth. She collapsed into a heap of tears, each tear being released like the lies she had been fed, never to come back again.
the truth is … i have no idea how that chocolate stain got all over your coat even though i was wearing it all day. it’s embarrassing. there seems to be a lapse of recall for some of the events that took place today. that’s scary.
l
when it is indubitable i don’t know man i like it that i know
i’m not a fan of lies but i feel they are needed sometimes i don’t know.I will never know the truth about anything and that annoys me
António
Die Wahrheit. Etwas, das wahr ist.
anon
The truth. The truth is hard. So few want to tell the truth, and even fewer want to hear the truth. Women who tell the truth are labeled as bitches, or whores, or cunts, but men who tell the truth are labeled as bold. This is my problem. I’m “honest to a fault.” Since when did honesty become a fault?
Amanda
He tried to tell her. She was babbling about all the interesting things she had done today. All he wanted to do was tell her everything. Tell her about the future, tell her about him and what to expect. But he didn’t want to ruin her good day. The truth about his cancer would have to wait for another day.
Every relationship needs to be founded on truth. Your second half or lover will never believe a word you say if you are not trustworthy, and Commitment will be incredibly hard to find.
is something you tell without noticing. is who you are.
den
is the only thing she can’t find when she closes her eyes at night, memories looping into fiction into fantasy into emptiness, and he’s there and he’s holding her hand but is he even real? Was he ever there? Will he be there tomorrow? Can she hold his hand in return? Can she handle the look in his eyes if she walks away? Will he turn from reality into fantasy into nightmare behind her eyes in the dark?
shpoop
When a mother tells you that she loves you, that’s truth.
When you have not feel love and then you found it and you finally say “I love you” that’s truth.
The smile of a dog.
Ana
The real truth died away with my father because he molested me. The memories are disturbing and painful to think of. I suddenly really want to cut myself and cry. I’ve never been more agonized and hit with reality of life.
Allie
“Tell me the truth!” I shouted at my father, tears of rage streaming down my face. “Tell me why you pretended to kill him, so I would love you! Tell me why he is dead, for real, now! Tell me why you thought it was okay to break my heart!”
He only looked at me, a look filled with both disgust and pity on his face.
The truth is so very hard to tell, especially when what you believe to be the truth is being told to you with bits and pieces from other people’s experiences. Just because you didn’t live it, does that make it any less the truth. Validity, integrity, and purpose are costly.
I knew she was lying; that she wasn’t telling me the truth. Her soft sapphire eyes were not firm and she was stuttering, her voice collapsing in ever word. I didn’t take my eyes off hers and waited for a response. Her mouth opened slightly and she froze there. Silence filled the room and we suddenly heard a loud, alert bark. Our ears pricked and we dashed outside.
He could make any lie sound like a beautiful, phenomenal truth, as long as he could get you under the spell of his eyes. As long as he managed to get you to look into them, to fall in love with that icy blue pigmented muscle, even if only for that moment you were looking into them, he could be telling you he is God himself and you would be accepting it as fact. It seems like a difficult feat in concept, but in practice, in his practice, it was as easy as deciding when to blink. I was constantly encompassed by his rich, velvet voice any time he spoke, and the traps I fell into while listening to his utter bullshit were deep and dark and vicious.
Sometimes the truth is hidden by our own intellectual dishonesty. We lift the corner of our secreted rugs and drive the real world hurriedly underneath. We all do it. Cut and splice. Sometimes a sub-conscious censor. But we do it to protect ourselves, so we can carry on albeit within a reality edited. To know we fool ourselves so readily is perhaps the truth we find so hard to face.
truth is matter of perception to an individual. What is truth for one person isn’t the same for the next. If one sees a situation as positive, another might view it as negative depending on the outcome of the situation to one’s personal
hilda
He was very grateful to know the truth. Yet it hadn’t sunk into his heart quite yet, and he was cognizant of the great battle ahead.
“The truth”, she screamed. “I need the truth!”
He sighed and stared at her intensely, searching for the right words to say.
“The truth?” He asked. “The truth is that I’m in love with him”
Jen
You told me the truth
something that would kill me, huh?
And I thought to myself,
something that hurts, and binds me?
It has to be better than this
something true.
Truth is nothing. Truth is sanity. Sanity is nothing but just fitting in with everyone else. Insanity is everything, being yourself. Truth is absolute nothingness. False is
It was almost too easy to stretch it. To bend it, to push it to the extreme. It’s funny how easily it comes, too. A little added description here, omit a word there and a whole new story is made. Twisting, swirling, never breaking. From mouth to ear to ear to ear. That’s what happens. Always in motion and never stopping.
The truth is unattainable. I’m sorry. But the truth is a stone and our mouths are ponds and all you can ever get from those are ripples.
Truth is what I believe in; not to be conceited. I simply know the secret to life when others are lost in chaos. Why am I so afraid to share? Afraid to love? Thank You for allowing me to know Your all-encompassing truth and love… thank You for Your grace. May I give You glory for all the days of my life.
“You got 5 minutes to tell me the truth…..or, you could lose your life!!!” Threatened Bob
“I don’t know what happened!!! I’m telling you the truth! All I know is that Rob hates you! Please don’t shoot me! I really don’t know! Please Bob! Please?!?” Replied Sarah
“Ok. I guess I could consider that…….NOT!!!! You got 2 minutes left! Get talking!” Commanded Bob
” But I told you! I don’t know anything at all! Why are you so hung up on this? It’s just ice cream! Why do you care who stole your ice cream cone? They were free! What’s the matter with you?” Replied Sarah
“Time is up!” Shouted Bob
“Wait!” Screamed Sarah
“What now?” Asked Bob
“I found a twenty dollar bill that you can buy a better ice cream cone with your favorite toppings on top!” Replied Sarah
“Ok! Thanks bud!” Said Bob very delighted
“Anytime! Thanks for not…..um never mind!” Said Sarah
10 days later……
“Bam! Bam! Bam!”
“Oh no! What is it now? Bob! What are you doing at my house at 3:00 o’ clock in the morning?” Screamed Sarah
“Sarah! That’s just your brother, Tommy! He’s playing with his Nerf gun!” Replied Bob
“Oh! Ok!” Replied Sarah
The End!!!! What a fright right?
“How are your classing going?” my mother asks.
“Fine. In fact I’m really loving…” I go on on some story I make up.
The truth is, i’m too scared to tell you I’m struggling.
Not everyone actually understands the concept of truth. Truth is not just what you believe is reality but it’s a deeper phenomenon. Truth doesn’t change based on who views it. Truth is sometimes disguised as lies.
I was sitting there thinking, I can’t believed I lied. This was the one person in my life that I wanted to be completely honest with and I ruined that. By just speaking one sentence, a few words, I lost something huge. His faith in my, all trust gone so quickly.
Truth is life. It is what keeps things on track and derail them like a train at the same time. It should be protected and treasured. It often is hidden away or thrown in the corner, it hides in the shadow but sometimes come out into the sun; not often enough though.
The ultimate sacrifice, the truth will eventually come to life, ripping from your mouths like a fire, burning in your souls like a flame that just can’t be hidden. Truth is the end all and be all of everything. THIS is the here and now, this is what everything boils down to. There’s no escaping and no hiding once it is shared. The question is: what is it?
Some people think they can twist the truth. Make it beg and change it till white is black and black is white. Change a word here and change a word there and it becomes something else. Truth is never just black or white it is grey but you can stick to it like glue and it will bring light to your life. If you look for truth you will find it or you will drown in lies.
here we sit in the pew, just like every sunday before and every sunday to follow. you sing and stand and sit on cue, a pious figurehead for everyone around you. and no one knows you go home and hurt your daughter behind closed doors.
quando diciamo la prima cosa che ci viene in mente senza finzioni senza recite di personaggio quando veramente apriamo il nostro cuore nelle nostre piccole quotidianita’ e tiriamo fuori quello che ci di vero dentro di noi. la verita che n
Light em up. Light them all. Don’t miss one. In a graveyard of fuses, this field’s going to go up in flames. Yeah tonight, this valley will glow with the orange tint of fire. Baby get ready. Quickly now, light all the fuses. One by one, they’ll shine like the sun. No one will know, know one will see. Because like thieves we’ll sneak around in the middle of the night setting this valley aflame. In the midst of the darkness and despair, a blinding light will shine. And the truth is gonna come, so baby watch out.
you said you’d always love me. you said you’d be there for me. you said the monsters couldn’t hurt me now. you said you’d protect me. you said a lot of things. and you meant none of them.
not lie
boyscout
trustful
loving
heartfull
Truth is a knife. It cuts through whatever bullshit someone is trying to throw at you but at the same time, you might slip and slice your own hand open. Truth is a weight on your mind after trying to make the past seem less painful than it was, when really it still sticks in your skin like so many barbs, the things that dented and molded you forever.
“don’t tell me. don’t tell me, i – ”
“you do,” she said, clicking the gun. “i’m not giving you any extra time. if you take a hint, it’ll be your finger – ”
“i said don’t tell me!” bella shook in her chair. “i just – i know it – ”
“five seconds – “
But I didn’t, she screamed, I never wanted the truth. She collapsed into a heap of tears, each tear being released like the lies she had been fed, never to come back again.
the truth is … i have no idea how that chocolate stain got all over your coat even though i was wearing it all day. it’s embarrassing. there seems to be a lapse of recall for some of the events that took place today. that’s scary.
when it is indubitable i don’t know man i like it that i know
i’m not a fan of lies but i feel they are needed sometimes i don’t know.I will never know the truth about anything and that annoys me
Die Wahrheit. Etwas, das wahr ist.
The truth. The truth is hard. So few want to tell the truth, and even fewer want to hear the truth. Women who tell the truth are labeled as bitches, or whores, or cunts, but men who tell the truth are labeled as bold. This is my problem. I’m “honest to a fault.” Since when did honesty become a fault?
He tried to tell her. She was babbling about all the interesting things she had done today. All he wanted to do was tell her everything. Tell her about the future, tell her about him and what to expect. But he didn’t want to ruin her good day. The truth about his cancer would have to wait for another day.
there is no eternal
Every relationship needs to be founded on truth. Your second half or lover will never believe a word you say if you are not trustworthy, and Commitment will be incredibly hard to find.
is something you tell without noticing. is who you are.
is the only thing she can’t find when she closes her eyes at night, memories looping into fiction into fantasy into emptiness, and he’s there and he’s holding her hand but is he even real? Was he ever there? Will he be there tomorrow? Can she hold his hand in return? Can she handle the look in his eyes if she walks away? Will he turn from reality into fantasy into nightmare behind her eyes in the dark?
When a mother tells you that she loves you, that’s truth.
When you have not feel love and then you found it and you finally say “I love you” that’s truth.
The smile of a dog.
The real truth died away with my father because he molested me. The memories are disturbing and painful to think of. I suddenly really want to cut myself and cry. I’ve never been more agonized and hit with reality of life.
“Tell me the truth!” I shouted at my father, tears of rage streaming down my face. “Tell me why you pretended to kill him, so I would love you! Tell me why he is dead, for real, now! Tell me why you thought it was okay to break my heart!”
He only looked at me, a look filled with both disgust and pity on his face.
The truth is so very hard to tell, especially when what you believe to be the truth is being told to you with bits and pieces from other people’s experiences. Just because you didn’t live it, does that make it any less the truth. Validity, integrity, and purpose are costly.
I knew she was lying; that she wasn’t telling me the truth. Her soft sapphire eyes were not firm and she was stuttering, her voice collapsing in ever word. I didn’t take my eyes off hers and waited for a response. Her mouth opened slightly and she froze there. Silence filled the room and we suddenly heard a loud, alert bark. Our ears pricked and we dashed outside.
He could make any lie sound like a beautiful, phenomenal truth, as long as he could get you under the spell of his eyes. As long as he managed to get you to look into them, to fall in love with that icy blue pigmented muscle, even if only for that moment you were looking into them, he could be telling you he is God himself and you would be accepting it as fact. It seems like a difficult feat in concept, but in practice, in his practice, it was as easy as deciding when to blink. I was constantly encompassed by his rich, velvet voice any time he spoke, and the traps I fell into while listening to his utter bullshit were deep and dark and vicious.
Sometimes the truth is hidden by our own intellectual dishonesty. We lift the corner of our secreted rugs and drive the real world hurriedly underneath. We all do it. Cut and splice. Sometimes a sub-conscious censor. But we do it to protect ourselves, so we can carry on albeit within a reality edited. To know we fool ourselves so readily is perhaps the truth we find so hard to face.
Patrice scanned herself in the mirror.
truth is matter of perception to an individual. What is truth for one person isn’t the same for the next. If one sees a situation as positive, another might view it as negative depending on the outcome of the situation to one’s personal
He was very grateful to know the truth. Yet it hadn’t sunk into his heart quite yet, and he was cognizant of the great battle ahead.
“The truth”, she screamed. “I need the truth!”
He sighed and stared at her intensely, searching for the right words to say.
“The truth?” He asked. “The truth is that I’m in love with him”
You told me the truth
something that would kill me, huh?
And I thought to myself,
something that hurts, and binds me?
It has to be better than this
something true.