Quotes About Deception

To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.

Greedily they plucked The fruitage fair to sight, like that which grew Near that bituminous lake where Sodom flamed; This more delusive, not the touch, but taste Deceived. They, fondly thinking to allay Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit Chewed bitter ashes

The pretended desires of many to behold the glory of Christ in heaven, who have no view of it by faith while they are here in this world, are nothing but self-deceiving imaginations.

sin is always acting, always conceiving, always seducing and tempting.

Spiritually sick men cannot sweat out their distemper with working. But this is the way of men who deceive their own souls; as we shall see afterward.

They will readily change truth for error, who find no more sweetness in the one than in the other.

It occurred to me that everything I was doing in Indonesia was more like a game than reality. It was as though we were playing a game of poker. We kept our cards hidden. We could not trust each other or count on the reliability of the information we shared. Yet, this game was deadly serious, and its outcome would impact millions of lives for decades to come.

Never believe governments,' she wrote, 'not any of them, not a word they say; keep an untrusting eye on all they do.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. —John Ray (1670)

The regular campaign staff, including the regular campaign manager, had no idea that the shadow staff existed.

How many people have figured out that if you lie enough, and loud enough, people will start to believe?

be somebody dead . . . maybe

John Sandford

The more he worked around the PPPI, the more he got the feeling that he was onto something. People were lying to him, misdirecting him. He couldn't exactly put a finger on why he thought that, but he'd learned the hard way not to ignore even unsupported intuition.

Dannon brought the .22 up and shot him in the temple. Carver's head bounced off the side window and Dannon shot him again, the .22 shots deafening inside the truck, but hardly audible outside. Carver slumped, his face not even looking surprised.

He dressed in dark sport coats over black golf shirts because, he thought, they made him look smaller. They didn't; they made him look like a hole in space.

Means headed for Des Moines with the hair sample and Lucas called Robertson, who was working north of I-80. "I got nothing, nothing, and nothing. I thought I had something for a minute, but it turned out to be nothing," he said. "More'n I got," Lucas said. "I never even thought I had something. What'd you think you had?

Only the criminally stupid or naïve assumed that the other side was less clever.

You hear some guys might be looking at porn, some guys might be getting their knobs polished by the street girls, that some guys have a little too much cash, that some cocaine's gone astray . . . you hear all that crap. And most of it's crap. Backbiting bullshit.

murdered, and that a

Sorensen asked, "And you believe all of them?" "I don't really believe any of them," Lucas said. "I can't afford to—but I think all but one are telling the truth. I just don't know who that one is.

Did she tell you I set puppies on fire, too?" Vann asked. "She did not," I said. "It may have been implied.

It was interesting what you could do, when your enemy was officially your ally. And unaware you knew it was your enemy.

If knew you were going to drug me, kidnap me, and take me back to the dark ages with out my pants, I never would have slept with you.