Quotes About Deception

When devils do the worst sins, they first put on the pretense of goodness and innocence, as I am doing now.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

The worm is not to be trusted...

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves

Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but 'tis not she: Truth and beauty buriéd be.

I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me that glass and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity Thou dost beguile me!

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Who makes the fairest show means the most deceit.

There is magic in the web Shakespeare (Othello, Act 3, Scene 4)

I will go tell him of Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? HAMLET At supper. KING CLAUDIUS At supper! where? HAMLET Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

O' what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Ho! now you strike like the blind man; t'was the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!