Quotes About Deception

I only now understand why it is that people lie about their past, why they say they are one thing other than the thing they really are, why they invent a self that bears no resemblance to who they really are, why anyone would want to feel as if he or she belongs to nothing, comes from no one, just fell out of the sky, whole.

I wrote home to say how lovely everything was, and I used flourishing words and phrases, as if I were living life in a greeting card - the kind that has a satin ribbon on it, and quilted hearts and roses, and is expected to be so precious to the person receiving it that the manufacturer has placed a leaf of plastic on the front to protect it.

She had shown me how to behave when applying for a job, how to show the proper amount of respect, submission, eagerness to please, even though in my heart I would not mean any of those things; she said that as soon as I had the job and was safely in it, I could let my real personality come out. I was not opposed to deception, but I woud have preferred not to start out that way.

I was then at the height of my two-facedness: that is, outside I seemed one way, inside I was another; outside false, inside true. And so I made pleasant little noises that showed both modesty and appreciation, but inside I was making a vow to erase from my mind, line by line, every word of that poem.

Je comprends seulement maintenant pourquoi les gens mentent sur leur passé, pourquoi ils disent qu'ils sont une chose autre que la chose qu'ils sont réellement, pourquoi ils s'inventent un être qui ne présente aucune ressemblance avec qui ils sont réellement, pourquoi quiconque voudrait avoir le sentiment de n'être de nulle part, de ne venir de personne, d'être tombé du ciel, voilà tout, complet.

So is a murder rose until you decide to hold the blossom in your hand and sniff it. Perfectly inviting and even charming until the poisons burn your skull open." "By the gods, man, where do you hear about these things?

Sin so bewitches the soul that it makes the soul call evil good and good evil; bitter sweet and sweet bitter, light darkness and darkness light.

And because they were always there, and always seemed to be on his side, they could always keep him sufficiently deceived to come back for more than anyone in his right senses would come back for.

If you agree to work for us, half the time you won't know the purpose of your duties . . . and when we do explain, we might not be telling the truth. But that's the real world, folks . . .

Tu ci hai detto che la menzogna suprema è quando identifichiamo il «mistero» con la morte, con l'inevitabilità del male, con la desolazione. È una menzogna perché è la negazione della possibilità di cambiamento? Della possibilità del cambiamento, certo. È il demoniaco, è la diabolicità.

Life is a very sad piece of buffoonery, because we have… the need to fool ourselves continuously by the spontaneous creation of a reality (one for each and never the same for everyone) which, from time to time, reveals itself to be vain and illusory.

You see, Satan is not a monster. We don't see him when he comes because he has disguised himself in beauty. The devil is, after all, an angel of light. The Morning Star. Do not allow yourself to be seduced by the beautiful side of evil.

La memoria es invadida constantemente por la imaginación y el ensueño, y puesto que existe la tentación de creer en la realidad de lo imaginario, acabamos por hacer una verdad de nuestra mentira.

Carezco de un repertorio de conocimientos sólidos sobre algo concreto, no domino un arte o una técnica, y aunque a veces puede parecer que sé mucho o que al menos hablo como experto, en el fondo todo son vaguedades, palabrería, filfa y apariencia, con algunos relumbrones que crean la ilusión de un vasto saber apenas entrevisto.

Luke Jennings

Evil has no need to bother with eliminating Good. It's far simpler to let Good fight against itself.

The simple people are trash. A herd of sheep that are good for shearing, but sometimes it's more profitable to slaughter them.

We're not given the chance to choose absolute truth. Truth's always two-faced. The only thing we have is the right to reject the lie we find most repugnant.

How easily the truth is lost, and how persistent lies are.

An abuser tries to keep everybody focused on how he feels, so that they won't focus on how he thinks, perhaps because on some level he is aware that if you grasp the true nature of his problem, you will begin to escape his domination.

The abuser creates confusion because he has to. He can't control and intimidate you, he can't recruit people around him to take his side, he can't keep escaping the consequences of his actions, unless he can throw everyone off the track.

The typical abusive man works to maintain a positive public image (..) Most abusive men put on a charming face for their communities, creating a sharp split between their public image and their private treatment of women and children. He may be (..) assaultive toward his partner or children but nonviolent and nonthreatening with everyone else. (..) The pain of this contrast can eat away at a woman.

Vedi? Il denaro non lo puoi rovesciare: comunque lo giri ti mostra sempre una faccia.

A lie is like a snow-ball; the longer it is rolled, the larger it is.