To love–to fall–is not a question. To touch–to kiss–to speak–those are questions. There is nothing worse than a ruined friendship. There is nothing better than a companion. Somewhere in between lies risk. Somewhere in between, lies.
Screaming and repeating lies makes them neither true nor more believable.
Lies can’t grow. Once plucked they can only wither. But every truth, once planted, grows into a tall, noble tree.
Don’t worry about not doing “it” perfectly right now. It’s ok, just keep at it, you will soon settle in it and then you’ll be glad you didn’t give up. All you need is to be sure that GOD’s hand is in it.
Novels are just very, very, very long lies. That is to say, you’ve got to get your story straight!
The lies they’ve convinced their eyes that they’re seeing, will not mar the truth in my lens.
the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth
Don’t condemn me to the prison of your bullshit.
Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when it was going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth.