Quotes About Deception

suppose he didn't tell you either about his affair with Mia, and those men he slept with in a threesome." "What?" The woman smiles. "And, Jon, I'm betting Daisy has not told you about the 'insurance' she keeps?

Because you're an asshole! Because you can't think beyond your dick. You are a weak, vulnerable target. You and your fragile male ego. I—" She swipes tears from her face. "I knew you were lying. Deep down, I knew.

Did he pay you to have an abortion, retract your accusation, and they in turn dropped stalking charges? He treated you like shit, Charley, and I bet that he said 'it never happened.' Did I get that right?" She swears viciously on the other end. I hear her clearing her throat, then blowing her nose.

This was you. It all adds up now. You invited me to the pub, and she was waiting there. She moved in after you plied me with whisky, after you gave me the card for the PI. And then my drink was spiked. You fucking set me up. Ahmed Waheed was probably never in line for the COO position

Everyone now knows that the woman was mentally unstable and desperate for attention. She set you up, targeted you. She admitted it.

Perfection is deception. An illusion. It's a carefully curated but false narrative.

Some micro-level vibe. And it's telling Daisy this is not the first time her husband and this blonde have met. There's a much deeper current here.

This is your friend? Your 'perfect' Vanessa? You bloody little idiot woman. How could you be duped like this? For fuck's sake. You've been seeing this woman in a fake belly since July, and all the while it's Katarina? The bitch who tried to take me down all those years ago? And you let her into our lives like this? What in the hell is wrong with you?

She doesn't trust Tom. He lied to her. He's been lying to her for their entire married life.

How could he have wanted to marry her, make kids with her, a family, all the while knowing what she'd done?

There are two ways to be fooled, kultaseni, my little gold. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.

Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren't even thinking about loss,

But if she does turn out to be the woman Rue stalked, then she's already crossed a line, and with each second she's getting in deeper. She tells herself again that it can't be her.

Lydia: What the devil do you mean by creeping up on me? You're suppose to be in a brothel. Vere: I lied. I can't believe you fell for the old going-to-a-brothel ruse. You didn't even look out the window to make sure I'd gone away.

Istina, Dain to nije u to vrijeme na taj na?in vidio, ali muškarac nije u stanju išta vidjeti kako valja dok žena zariva svoje kandže u njega i trga ga na komadi?e

Ne bi se trebao služiti muÅ¡kim lukavstvima«, rekla je, stegnuta grla. »Ã… to sam to tako neoprostivo u?inila?« Natjerala si me da te želim, rekao joj je na svojem materinjem jeziku. U?inila si me klonulim duhom, usamljenim. Natjerala si me da ?eznem za onim za Å¡to sam se zakleo da nikad ne?u trebati, nikad to iskati

Her eyes widened. "You undid my frock!" "No, I didn't," he said. "Who else do you think could have done it?" she said, backing away into the shadows again. "It was fastened when I came in here. Do you think one of the horses did it?

Adan necesitó a alguien, sin duda. Jamais habría tenido el coraje de comerse esa manzana él solito. Eva tendría que habérsela comido sin decirle nada e dejarlo andar errante como un asno por el Edén, un bruto ignorante idéntico a los otros brutos que lo rodeaban. el muy idiota ni siquera sabía que estaba desnudo. Y quem diablos cosió esos taparraboos de hojas de figuera, te pregunto? Él no habrá sido, de eso puede estar seguro.

You've the Devil's own tongue, and all his arts, I'm sure. You're like the bad angel, whispering in my ear — and I always listen.

Men, if you've ever been given a fake phone number, it means you scare women. Basically, it says, "I'd reject you to your face, but I'm afraid that my head would wind up in the garbage and my body in the bay. So here's a phony phone number. Hopefully, you won't figure that out until I've made my escape."

It seemed that unbeknownst to her father, the lecherous bishop had chased Clio for the entire previous week and had foolishly cornered her on the staircase, where he stole a kiss and squeezed her small breasts. So when it came time to doctor him, she had smiled sweetly and stitched up his wound in the shape of three sixes, the sign of the devil.

I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, And then it broke And let me down as my love did me. —"The Water Is Wide," traditional folk song

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others. —Oscar Wilde

My favorite definition of fear is "False Expectations Appearing Real