Quotes About Deception

Ljudi su nepravedni, izigravaju naše povjerenje i ostavljaju nas kad nam je teško, potrebni smo im samo neošte?eni i jaki.

Svakome cu priznati pravo da me prevari, osim prijatelju

Ne volim tugu, ?ini me zlim, zato se zavaravam bijesom.

And what never happened always seems beautiful. You are a deception that gives birth to discontent, a deception that I cannot and do not wish to drive away, since it disarms me and protects me from suffering with a quiet grief.

Ne voliš ljude? -Ljudi su kona?no izdijeljeni, niko nam ne može pomo?i, ponekad se pravimo da to ne znamo, ili zaboravljamo jer nam izgleda nemogu?e, ne mirimo se ali je tako. Neka idu do ?avola. -Ni život ne voliš? -Ostavi me na miru! Šta ho?eš da volim? Slaganje varke na varku, davno sam negdje pro?itao. I smijao se. Sad se ne smijem. Nije veseo taj tvoj život.

Idi od mene, odvratna nemo?i, zavaravaš me lažnim slikama rastere?enja, koje nisu ?ak ni želje.

Ljudima nije lako kad se otkrije njihova pokvarenost. - Ali ih to ne spre?ava da budu pokvareni. - A kakvi bi tek bili kad bi mogli biti sigurni da ?e njihova djelatnost ostati neotkrivena.

There ain't no coupe de Ville hidin' in the bottom of a Cracker Jack box.

Something new will come from Satan. Perhaps it already has.

But I've always been a sucker for a good double entendre; the gap between what is said and what is thought, what is stated and what is implied, is a place in which I have always found myself. I'm really not a liar, I just learned very early on that those of us deprived of history sometimes need to turn to mythology to feel complete, to belong.(p10)

Someone Hot is sometimes can't be the person they appear to be- except for their hotness... that cannot be denied.

So much relies on one person assuming the other is telling the truth. If a person can lie to you about one thing, he can lie about something else.

Suzanne is not a horrible person masquerading as a nice one, just an angry one pretending to be normal.

You got caught up in some fantasy, and now you can't see anything at all.

Looking at her, he could almost see the painted serpent squirming on her skin, ready to turn, mouth open.

He looked like he could tie a knot in a fire poker, eat it, and crap it out straight.

That's what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It's war paint, it's feathers and claws, it's blood sacrifice.

Then I thought maybe she did know but didn't want to look at it. Maybe she did know but there's all kinds of lies you tell yourself when you want to.

We are never deceived," she says, her voice deep and ringing. "We deceive ourselves.

That's what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters, and sparkle dusts and magicks? It's war paint, it's feathers and claws, it's blood sacrifice.

That's what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It's war paint, it's feather and claws, it's blood sacrifice.

Because she was solid gold, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. But beneath it, I knew, beneath that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. She was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing.

Sight is one of the most easily deceived senses. I could make a coin disappear and your eyes would believe it gone, even if it were merely up my sleeve.

The only truth was whatever you could make someone believe.