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“We humans...we're all tangled balls of contradictions and potential. In my experience, if you want a hope of untangling yourself and finding the right path, you can't go around confusing it all with lies. I have no doubt you are capable of much more than you could ever imagine, young lady. But you won't get far without being honest about yourself and with others. Yes, the truth hurts, I can certainly attest to that. But lies leave far worse wounds, often invisible ones, and they will never heal unless you bring them out into the light. There are too many other, more worthy struggles in life you should commit your energies to instead of wasting them on lies.”

“Je crois que c'est toi qui ment. Tu prétends que tu m'aimes et que tu me fais confiance, mais à la seconde où cette confiance, cet amour, sont mis à l'épreuve, tout ça part en fumée. Alors Tobias, c'est toi qui devait me mentir en me disant tout ça. C'est toi car je ne veux pas croire que ce prétendu amour soit si fragile. Je suis toujours celle qui aurait préféré mourir plutôt que te tuer. Je suis exactement celle que tu crois. Et je sais que cette information va tout changer. Elle va changer tout ce qu'on a fait et tout ces qu'on s'apprête à faire." - Tris à Tobias, Divergente (T2- L'insurrection),”

“I feel like a fraud, what do I do? I have lied to millions, I have hurt many. I just divorced number 3, what do I do? I still love number 1, and number 2, but they have moved on, I will still get what I want. My worlds are blending, my online fantasy becoming further from my real truth of life. I wish I could have both, Maybe if I lie more no one will ever know, who I really am. but will I remember? who am I again? Louise short, or Veronica Jensen? my worlds are colliding, fusing together. I now have two, delusional worlds. I will keep up the fraud. No one must know. only my Soul, and number 3 but I dealt with him. no one will believe him, Because I am Veronica Jensen, Who are you?”

“I feel like a fraud, what do I do? I have lied to millions, I have hurt many. I just divorced number 3, what do I do? I still love number 1, and number 2, but they have moved on, I will still get what I want. My worlds are blending, my online fantasy becoming further from my real truth of life. I wish I could have both, Maybe if I lie more no one will ever know, who I really am. but will I remember? who am I again? Louise short, or Veronika Jensen? my worlds are colliding, fusing together. I now have two, delusional worlds. I will keep up the fraud. No one must know. only my Soul, and number 3 but I dealt with him. no one will believe him, Because I am Veronika Jensen, but...Who are you?” —lulus.secrets.desires”

“I don’t want to be sold on some vision. Rather, I want to know if the person doing the selling has been crushed enough times to know how costly a vision is. I don’t want to hear promises. Instead, I want to know if the person has been betrayed enough times to understand the power of a promise. I don’t want to be handed some long-listed resume boasting an array of achievements and accomplishments. Rather, I want to know if the person has experienced aching failure, been discarded along the roadside of life, faced ridicule at the hands of those they sought to serve, and sacrificed with no return on the sacrifice. For I am not interested in a platform. I am interested in the person who shaped the platform, for their personhood will prevail long after the platform is forgotten.”

“There are those who create adversaries by means of falsehood and propaganda. Once the divisions are heightened to a fever-pitch, these contrived adversaries are each placed on some socially engineered battlefield designed for a pitched battle of attrition. Yet the pinnacle of such social deception is that those who created this fabricated dynamic strategically insert themselves into it as the mitigating hero so that they might be elevated by the falsehood that they created, while the true heroes are left forgotten in the real battlefields where they have held the peace.”

“Smart girl,” Andel muttered, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw their shapes disappear. Instead of relaxing, the tension along my spine tightened further. Vale stood, and I caught the briefest impression of a tall, broad form packed tightly with the kind of muscle hard-won through fighting. There were thin, fading scars peppered over his thighs and stomach. I tried to look away but ended up staring straight at the length of him, half-raised and thick between his legs. “Don’t read into it.” He stepped out of the bath, reaching for a towel to dry himself. “It has nothing to do with you.” “Manipulating people actually makes you hard?”

“And my hair?” I twisted a strand over my shoulder, batting my eyelashes right at Helki, enjoying the way his scowl deepened. “I always liked your hair,” he snapped. “It’s the colour of blood. I like blood.” Andel snorted, and I was surprised to find a savage smile on his face, his violet eyes fixed on Helki. “What in the name of Ledenaether do women see in you?” he asked. “An animal,” I answered for him. “Isn’t that right, beast?” I expected Helki to descend into a primordial rage, but instead, he smiled. He tried to hide it by wiping his hand over his face, but I caught the glint of amusement in his eyes. “Some women like that.” Vidrol chuckled, his magic constricting around my heart, drawing my eyes to his. “You’ve never wanted a man to rip your clothes off and sink his teeth into you, darling?” His eyes lightened, and the room grew quiet again. The silence was so pregnant I could hear every breath they drew. “No.” I forced a shrug, wondering why my heart was pounding so hard. “Sounds painful.”

“ऐसे वक्त ही इवा कार्णिक की आस्था झूठ बोलने में और पुख्ता हो जाती और उसकी यह मान्यता एक बार फिर सही साबित होती कि झूठ और सच केवल बातें होती हैं और ये कि बोलने वाले की काबिलियत और सुनने वाले की परख किसी बात को सच या झूठ का जामा पहनाते हैं। (कहानी: 'ऐसा ही कुछ भी')”