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The guard hit Kestrel across the face. __ said, what did you give him?__ou had a warrior__ heart, even then.Kestrel spat blood. __othing,_ she told the guard. She thought of her father, she thought of Arin. She told her final lie. __ gave him nothing.

You can be with the 'truth' or you can cheat yourself by believing the big lie in front of you is the 'truth'. Those who are with the 'truth' are a minority, whom you may call Utopians.

Shout the truth, if you want to degoogle the google._ Says Bhutta

Sometimes people don__ want the truth. Sometimes the truth is worse than a lie.

I had fallen in love with a perfect lie.

Fantasy is a wise lie.

I cried for a while, taking solace in the comforting lie of his embrace. The illusion, the fantasy, it helped. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here forever, held tight to his chest, his fingers stroking my hair, his heart beating against my ear: you__e-safe, trust-me, love-you. Love. Did I want him to love me? Yes. I wanted someone to love me. And what was love if not someone risking their lives to save you? Caleb had saved me. Did it mean he loved me? A part of me wanted to think so. To believe in a romantic ideal that didn__ exist. I wanted to believe the lie. But more than that _ I wanted it not to be a lie

they may all be drunk at my place, but they're all honest, and though we do lie-because I lie, too-in the end we'll lie our way to the truth

I lie about lying, which means I can lie

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.

Don__ lie. Life is a puzzle and we are all unique pieces. When you lie, you make it impossible to find your true place in the grand design.

He piled fib on top of lie on top of exaggeration and cemented it all with hyperbole.

Not that it mattered though. The truth seldom ever did in the face of a juicy lie.

The funny thing about a lie is that once it has been said and believed, it lives and becomes. It can't be taken back. It sucks all the air from you until you give up and it takes over and you forget how to breathe on your own. It is like those parasitic relationships, but not like the shark and the little remora that politely cleans the shark's skin and sometimes attaches itself to its underbelly. No, it is more like a tapeworm eating someone from the inside out.

We lie to ourselves about the smallest details, and we lie to ourselves about our largest life choices.

Selling a new lie is easy, but not so with un-teaching an old truth.

Both the two of us knew it. We watched the lie go up big and slow between us, then it burst like a spit bubble. They always burst before too long.

Rumours are like sexually transmitted diseases, both are spread by whores.