Quotes About Deception

Right this way, Emilio said, wincing. He showed them to the best table by the window, slid Min into a bentwood chair, and then stopped by Cal long enough to say under his breath, I sent the servers home half an hour ago, you bastard. You're welcome, Cal said loudly, nodding to him.

Mitch's take on humanity had deteriorated to the point where he assumed someone was lying if her lips were moving.

Jennifer Crusie

One hot August Thursday afternoon, Maddie Farady reached under the front seat of her husband's Cadillac and pulled out a pair of black lace underpants. They weren't hers.

Said Pinocchio's lover, midst sighs, My puppet's technique takes the prize. He gives me full measure Through dishonest pleasure: I sit on his face and he lies.

I've been the way he's being now, acting tough about things that really hurt me, and I can see right through to the truth.

She'd never dreamed—make that nightmared—that Dr. Cinatas was a murderer.

In space, nobody could hear you scream; on the Internet, nobody could tell if you were lying.

She looked good in every shot, and not one of them had told the truth about the two of us, or about her, about who she was, or what she wanted, or who she'd been in love with. Not any more than my Instagram account told all of my truth, or Darshi's account, or Leela's.

I wondered how many of the guests were faking something—confidence, friendship, maybe even love.

space, nobody could hear you scream; on the Internet, nobody could tell if you were lying.

She'd learned that his wife's real name was not Daisy. It was Diana, and, somehow, that unsettled her almost as badly as finding the picture had. It made her think that she was the rough-draft Diana, the one who got crumpled up and tossed in the trash, while his wife was the final version, the one who was beloved, cherished, marriage material.

Everyone deserves justice, I thought. Even people who lie. And everyone lies. Especially on social media, where there were lies of commission and lies of omission on everyone's page, woven into everyone's public presence.

The devil is already at the door, cleverly disguised as an engineer.

Son, hiding the truth is just the coward's way to lie.

That reminds me. I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. I brought these back for you. He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. What are they? Poisonous snakes. Open it. Zachary untied the string. They seem like very quiet snakes. They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.

It's beautiful. Not a lie. But tornados were beautiful too.

Appearance, not reality, is what the clever dog grasps at in these clever days. We spurn the dull-brown solid earth; we build our lives and homes in the fair-seeming rainbow-land of shadow and chimera.

It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.

Lo mejor es decir siempre la verdad, a no ser que seas un estupendo mentiroso.

I daresay that was only river water, if we had known. But we did not know, so it was alright. What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over. (Chapter XII)

It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.-Jerome K. Jerome

Jerome Tuccille

I learned that the order of the world had nothing to do with God, and that God had nothing to do with the world. The reason for this was quite simple. God did not exist. The cunning priests had invented Him so they could trick stupid, superstitious people.