Quotes About Deception

We are aware that the gods of patriarchy are pale derivatives and reversals of ancient yet always Present Goddess(es). We suspect that phallocentric writers and artists who have even a glimmer of insight are sometimes made uncomfortable by their own state of deception. Those who have any awareness of the heinous crime of reversal which is patriarchy must be in a state of deep conflict and fear of...Her.

Sometimes the enemy is just one person who will bring down a kingdom.

Maybe some lies, maybe most of them, were lies we only told ourselves.

The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won't force themselves upon you the way lies will. They'll court you, whisper to you, play behind your eyelids, slip inside and warm your blood, dance along your spine and caress your neck until your flesh rises in bumps.

His bite will be cruel, but his tongue cunning, His breath seductive, but his grip deadly. The Dragon knows only hunger, never sated, Only thirst, never quenched. —Song of Venda

I wondered if she was truly Rahtan. Yes, she was skilled, but she didn't exactly possess brawn—even if she had managed to overtake me and slam me up against the wall. But juggling? Riddles? Her age. Her poise and demeanor was that of a cynical tested soldier, but her appearance—she was young, younger than me, I was certain. Her black hair fell in thick, long waves, and her hands were delicate, her fingers more suited for a piano than a sword.

You are Rahtan, Kazi. You have a promise to keep, and you will betray him eventually.

Rafe pulled against the soldiers who twisted his hands behind his back to chain him, but his eyes never left mine. I looked at him, not a stranger, but not a farmer either. It had been a clever deception from the very beginning. The wind swirled between us, threw mist in our faces. Whispered. In the farthest corner … I will find you. I wiped at my eyes, the real and true blurring. But I knew this much. He came. He was here. And maybe, for now, that was all the truth I needed.

Betrayal tends to familiarize one with weapons.

it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets

Sometimes winning is not only a matter of knowing the rules, but of making your opponent think he knows them better.

I perfected my craft, playing the quarterlords and merchants against one another as if I was a musician and they were crude drums rumbling beneath my hands, making one boast to another that I had never pulled anything over on him, making them all feel so very smart, even as I relieved them of items I could put to better use elsewhere.

I woke up on the floor of Lia's wagon and thought she had finally planted an ax in my skull.

How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer. Being a prisoner feels familiar. It was all I had ever been. My past held on to me me as strongly as it had when I was a child, my choices still limited, my steps still shackled. My life had been patched together with lies from the day I was born. How does it feel? Old. I was tired of lies.

It had been a clever deception from the very beginning.

Some betrayals ran too deep to ever forgive.

Deceit knew no boundaries.

Deliberate deception is not a mistake. It's calculating and cold.

Was it possible to ever really know anyone, or was I simply the worst judge of character in all of history?

The sun was high, midday, and I knew we had to be getting close to the point where Kaden and I would leave the caravan. Whatever landscape we passed, I saw none of it. My insides were raw—shredded from one end to the other by someone who I had thought loved me. Yes, it was the longest twelve miles of my life. Orrin,

Just so we know we have the story straight you too are posing as husband and wife? No, we're not posing.

I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.

I have two arms but not a bone, I can't be hurt with knife or stone. I have a head but lack a face, I don't need eyes to match your pace. I'm shifty, a thief, a trick of the eyes, My robes are made of mystery and lies. I am short, I am thin, I am monstrous and tall, But when midnight comes, I am nothing at all.

She whirled and saw her cohorts at the end of the walk. Mason held the one with long red braids by the arm.