Quotes About Two-faced

You are being a two-faced bi..., you know that?

If being two-faced is an art form, I couldn't count how many fu..ing artists I'd know.

You say I am rude,but your the one who is being a two-faced bi... by talking about me behind my back and trying to all nice to me in my face.

I should be the poster boy for hypocricy. Forgive me for being two faced, I'm trying to change.

We're not given the chance to choose absolute truth. Truth's always two-faced. The only thing we have is the right to reject the lie we find most repugnant.

Two faced people say nice things about you to your face, then tell others nasty things about you when your not around.

You're so fake that you should have two facebook accounts; one for each face!

She was my best friend until I discovered she had two faces.

Don't smile in my face but your being a different person behind close doors.

Always be nice to people to their face. Then when they turn around, berate the back of their head.

Trump was correct in his original assessment of so many Republican "leaders." They have proven to be weak, conniving, and two-faced cowards. They fear Trump as much as they despise him. They fear his (and their own) voters as much as they have contempt for them. It

1. Diplomacy is the mercenary politeness of manipulators, modern culture consists of greedy hypocrisy, cynical myopia who value bad taste, obeying the herd instinct. The two-faced modern culture of politeness is a parody of indifference. Officially polite, but swearing in person, modern culture is a ghetto. 2. Pick the nerves of anger with a knife, there must be somewhere to switch from a lie to a state of truth. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

The karmic web of life is an energetic web of empathy, like a web of socialization, where hypocrisy is like a formal politeness of two-faced indifference.

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.