Quotes About Deception

Of course, if you ask, nobody was there when they torched the churches.

Vivir en el engaño es fácil, y aún más, es nuestra condición natural, y por eso no debería dolernos tanto'.

it's ridiculous, isn't it, that after all these centuries of practice, after so many incredible advances and inventions, we still have no way of knowing when someone is lying; naturally, this both benefits and prejudices all of us equally, and may be our one remaining redoubt of freedom.

Incontable es el número de criaturas que han tomado por padre a quien no lo era suyo y por hermanos a quienes lo eran a medias

Basta saber que alguém não quer que oiçamos para fazermos tudo para ouvir, sem nos darmos conta de que às vezes as coisas nos são escondidas para nosso bem, para não nos decepcionarem ou para não nos comprometerem, para que a vida não nos pareça tão má como costuma ser.

Sim, é ridículo que depois de tantos séculos de prática, e de incríveis avanços e inventos, não haja ainda uma maneira de saber quando alguém mente; é claro que isso nos beneficia e prejudica a todos por igual, talvez seja o único reduto de liberdade que nos resta.

no me hubieras dicho nada, si me hubieras mantenido en el engaño. Cuando se lleva uno a cabo, hay que sostenerlo hasta el final.

Cromer-Blake has always introduced Dayanand, the Indian doctor, as a great friend which, of course, equips him -- indeed is the ideal qualification -- to become the most bitter of enemies.

Basta con introducir un poco de verdad en la mentira para que ésta no sólo resulte creíble, sino irrefutable.

lo lleva pintado en el rostro, la capacidad de estafa y la voluntad de dolo.

E é verdade que a mentira exige capacidade de fabulação e de improvisação, e inventiva, e memória férrea, e arquitecturas complexas, todos a praticam mas são poucos os diplomados.) Ou

Vivere nell'inganno o essere ingannati è facile, e anzi è la nostra condizione naturale: nessuno va esente da questo e nessuno è stupido per questo, non dovremmo opporci più di tanto e non dovremmo amareggiarci

Son demasiadas las vidas configuradas sobre el engaño o el error, seguramente la mayoría desde que el mundo existe

risa delata a quien finge y niega su nombre y es casi inconfundible en cada persona

Our lives are often a continuous betrayal and denial of what came before, we twist and distort everything as time passes, and yet we are still aware, however much we deceive ourselves, that we are the keepers of secrets and mysteries, however trivial.

Are you the owner of this car? A cop has something you don't have, something you gave him earlier. No, I'm just delivering it to Oklahoma City for a lady. Do you have plates for this car? A cop needn't be vicious, but he can be so, safely. Just those stickers. Do you have the registration? Presidents and premiers can annihilate millions, but only a cop can explain away your solitary murder.

Notice the first reason people reject the gospel is that "the devil comes and takes away the word out of their hearts" (v. 12). That's deception—the deceiving spirits and demons I mentioned earlier. The second reason is more complicated. Jesus described those who hear the good news and "receive the word with joy" (v. 13). These people are genuinely excited about Christianity.

Smugglin' that by me? That's like tryin' to smuggle sunrise past a rooster.

Feed the truth. Starve the lie.

When you finally betray me, I hope you care enough to try to kill me yourself.

A photograph of a woman crying tells me nothing about grief. Or a photograph of a woman ecstatic tells me nothing about ecstasy. What is the nature of these emotions? The problem with photography is that it only deals with appearances.

If we are not careful, this false culture can dull our senses and lull us into a kind of trance, and we begin to exist in a nether world of attractive lies and half-truths.

These deceptions are the foundation of the modern world. Living in the high-tech twenty-first century is like dancing on quicksand. Nothing seems certain. Everything shifts. The center cannot hold.

Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas