Quotes About Deception

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!

There's daggers in men's smiles. The near in blood, The nearer bloody.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

But then I sigh, with a piece of Scripture Tell them that God bids us to do evil for good; And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stolen out of Holy Writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Some there be that shadow kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.

You are a villain! Iago: You are a senator!

I am not what I am..

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it. None does offend, none- I say none! I'll able 'em.

I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.