Quotes About Deception

True Freedom Is An Inner Thing. It Is A State Of Mind. It Is A Deliberate Exercise Of Choice. Thus, If We Think We Are Bound By External Forces, We Are Deceiving Ourselves.

Slavery is hell. Freedom is heaven. Deception is warfare. Honesty is peace.

A lie is just a great story that someone ruined with the truth. - Barney Stinson

I saw the most beautiful moving painting at the art gallary the other day, but then I realized it was a mirror...

A job interview is like a first date. You dress up, pretend to be someone else and spend the time wondering if youre going to get screwed.

Some people are so fake that they make Pamela Anderson's boobies look real!

Always be nice to people to their face. Then when they turn around, berate the back of their head.

I was dating a guy for a while because he told me he had an incurable disease. I didn't realize it was stupidity.

Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding, sings.

If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you. If you really make them think, they'll hate you.

The truth is, I've never fooled anyone. I've let men sometimes fool themselves.

It's all make believe, isn't it?

Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.

I mariti non sono mai amanti così meravigliosi come quando stanno tradendo la moglie.

our planet is going to hell. But it's all OK, because it helps the growth figures.

De aceea trebuie s? m? feresc de cei care par. Dau cu parul, cu p?rerea.

Theatre is fake ... The knife is not real, the blood is not real, and the emotions are not real. Performance is just the opposite: the knife is real, the blood is real, and the emotions are real.

Svaka žena ?eka gospodina Browna i njegovu tajanstvenu izbo?inu, vjernoga onkraj groba; onda odjednom shvati da ono što ?eka uop?e ne postoji i da ?e morati prihvatiti nešto drugorazredno. Kakvo razo?arenje.

Mire, yo le puedo asegurar que cuando una mujer se pierde, siempre hay un hombre ruin, cretino, denigrante, que primero le hizo perder la fe en sí misma".

Qué feo eso de que le digan a uno la verdad, sobre todo si se trata de una de esas verdades que uno ha evitado decirse aun en los soliloquios matinales, cuando recién se despierta y murmura pavadas amargas, profundamente antipáticas, cargadas de autorrencor, a las que es necesario disipar antes de despertarse por completo y ponerse la máscara que, en el resto del día, verán los otros y verá a los otros.

El arte jamás deja de ser una mentira; cuando es verdad, ya no es arte y aburre, porque la realidad es solo un irremediable absurdo hastío.

Pero todos se sirven del mismo mazo, todos se alimentan de la misma mentira. Y nosotros leemos, y, a partir de esa lectura, creemos, votamos, discutimos, perdemos la memoria, nos olvidamos generosa, cretinamente, de que hoy dicen lo contrario de ayer, que hoy defienden ardorosamente a aquél de quien ayer dijeron pestes, y, lo peor de todo, que hoy ese mismo Aquél acepta, orgulloso y ufano, esa defensa.

La hipocresía es un vicio, pero no estoy tan convencido de que la franqueza sea siempre una virtud.

tratemos por lo menos de engañarnos como si el buen amor fuera la vida