Quotes About Deception

When a liar became too skilled at deception, he could lose the ability to discern truth, and could himself be more easily deceived.

Easy hope was usually false hope.

high priests of a theocracy, deceive them and use them with no more compunction than they would feel after deceiving a hen to take her eggs or after using a hammer to drive a nail. To those who lack a conscience, there is no such thing as remorse.

These days, "science" is often nothing more than a cover story.

It wasn't only his business practices that distressed Olivia. Everyone knew that Warren had cheated on his wife—correction, wives. He'd flaunted his affairs until both women had filed for divorce and left town.

she, too, lived behind a brick wall, only hers was cleverly hidden behind a bright smile and effervescent personality.

Scotty leaned across the table and whispered in a voice Travis wasn't supposed to have heard but did. "We've got to do something quick before Uncle Travis poisons us

She was totally deceived into thinking that her female intuition, sensitivity, and passions were spirituality. She had no idea that she was a woman in total rebellion against God.

Knowing the poison is never the same as knowing the killer.

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve . . . —Unknown

A lie told often enough becomes the truth. —Vladimir Lenin

Ho! Wise men say, 'He who hath not a good and ready memory should never meddle in telling lies.' Drew smiled. I have a good and ready memory.

El pueblo, eterno esclavo de los tiranos que lo oprimen, de los bribones que lo engañan y de los bufones que lo divierten.

Mind what you do; if you deceive me once I shall never believe you again.

a ja nie lubi? k?amstwa, chyba ?e jest u?yteczne i nieodzowne.

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Engullimos de un sorbo la mentira que nos adula y bebemos gota a gota la verdad que nos amarga.

He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying to fool each other.

His eyeballs look like he bought them in a joke shop.

She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.

The woman hurt me. She looked so soft and perfect, like a mannequin made of flesh, flesh all the way through.

There's nothing wrong with me"—I'm surprised I let those words out. But it's always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them.

I've masqueraded as a literary critic, and with a great deal more success, but criticism isn't real—it's not a real thing.

But every time I entered the place there were veiled faces promising everything and then clarifying quickly into the dull, the usual, looking up at me and making the same mistake.