Quotes About Deception

We belittle what we cannot bear. We make figments out of fundamentals, all in the name of preserving our own peculiar fancies. The best way to secure one's own deception is to accuse others of deceit.

Set aside your conviction," Moënghus said, "for the feeling of certainty is no more a marker of truth than the feeling of will is a marker of freedom. Deceived men always think themselves certain, just as they always think themselves free. This is simply what it means to be deceived.

To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of another man. The question will always be: Why, when all men are ignorant, and therefore already slaves, does this latter slavery sting us so? —AJENCIS, THE EPISTEMOLOGIES   But

Of course he could see only blackness, such was the treachery of fire, which iluminated small circles by darkening the entire world.

Only madmen and historians, he said, believe their lies.

Conviction, no matter how narcotic its depth, simply did not make true.

You can only believe so many lies before becoming one of them.

If you find yourself taken unawares by someone you thought you knew, recall that the character revealed is as much your own as otherwise. When it comes to Men and their myriad, mercenary natures, revelation always comes in twos.

Kings never lie. They demand the world be mistaken. —CONRIYAN PROVERB   When

Truths were carved from the identical wood as were lies—words—and so sank or floated with equal ease.

The eyes of men were but pinholes...All their books, even their scriptures, were nothing more than pinholes. And yet, because they couldn't see what was unseen, they assumed they saw everything, they confused pinpricks with the sky.

Ajencis," he continued, "once wrote that all men are frauds. Some, the wise, fool only others. Others, the foolish, fool only themselves. And a rare few fool both others and themselves—they are the rulers of Men . . .

To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of another man. The question will always be: Why, when all men are ignorant, and therefore already slaves, does this latter slavery sting us so? —AJENCIS, THE EPISTEMOLOGIES

Fools can be trusted precisely because they are fools. Their agendas rarely intersect with your own.

You realized those truths that cut against the interests of the powerful were called lies, and that those lies that served those interests were called truths.

To see what was unseen was to understand that blindness was always a matter of degree. To say that all men were blind in some respect—to the machinations of others, to themselves—was a truism scarcely worth noting. What was astounding was the way this truism perpetually escaped Men, the way they confused seeing mere slivers with seeing everything they needed to see.

Kings never lie. They demand the world be mistaken.

Kings never lie. They demand the world be mistaken. —CONRIYAN PROVERB

After all, spies were little different from whores. Sorcerers less so.

What is the meaning of a deluded life?

Squatting over it, I pulled it open. My clothes were neatly folded at the top. Robb hadn't stolen anything.

Well . . . maybe I can sneak out for a few minutes," Bird said, lowering his voice. And then Greg heard him shout to his mother: "It's no one, Ma! I'm talking to no one!" Boy, that's quick thinking! Greg thought sarcastically. He's a worse liar than I am. And then he heard Bird call to his mom: "I know I'm on the phone. But I'm not talking to anyone. It's only Greg." Thanks a lot, pal, Greg thought.

Vanessa," he murmured. I stared at him. I knew instantly what he meant. I had been thinking the same thing all along. Remembering the horrible moment we spilled Vanessa's groceries. "Yes," I agreed. "I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to believe it. But Vanessa did this to us. Vanessa is BLUUUUCK BLUCCCK turning us into chickens." "Chicken chicken," he clucked.

Was it it possible that I thought a pile of clothes was a smiling girl?' - Amanda Benson