Quotes About Deception

What I cannot understand about the Russian," Roosevelt complained, "is the way he will lie when he knows perfectly well that you know he is lying.

With golden giftes and many a guilefull word Entyced her, to him for accord. O who may not with gifts and words be tempted?

Don't let him lead you astray, my child. He's such a wicked man, woof!

I wanted power so badly that I had convinced myself I already had too much of it, that I was an evil schemer who might destroy everyone around me through the poison seeping out of my pores. I was appalled by my own majesty. I wanted someone to betray.

He was a good boy and 'projected' goodness – which later would be the downfall of many a person.

That was Gabriel. I'd wronged him and he paid me back. I'd been told that he was going with another girl when he wasn't, at the time he was sick, unconscious, after an accident in Wisconsin hauling timber, but these two girls, these two friends, deceived me into believing that I was jilted, which I wasn't.

they don't talk at all only fight, the mother's will was unclear, Edward got a field up the Commons that William wanted to build on for the remarkable view and there followed dispute and foul play, a stream de-routed, a stream that animals drank from, Edward concluded it was his brother's dirty work

George: Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf? Martha: I am, George. I am.

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf mean who's afraid of the big bad wolf…who's afraid of living without false illusions

Honey: I know these people ...

The art of obtaining the signature of a favorable testament, and sometimes of hastening the moment of its execution, is perfectly understood; and it has happened, that in the same house, though in different apartments, a husband and a wife, with the laudable design of overreaching each other, have summoned their respective lawyers, to declare, at the same time, their mutual, but contradictory, intentions.

We have all been robbed of the land we have loved for a thousand years. Do you not see that, Welshman? Can you not imagine his rage? We were not even conquered. We were deceived.

Every paradise demands a serpent.

If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal.

There was no satisfaction in betraying people who had already defected.

There was only one thing left to do: that authentic-sounding flush with which every junkie leaves a bathroom, hoping to deceive the audience that crowds his imagination.

She always said, 'I know you like this,' which was a lie, because he had told her he didn't the last time.

It is as if we want to believe the lie. Perhaps we blame ourselves because in a strange way it helps us feel as if we have more control. If we are responsible for whatever went wrong, for whatever hurt us, we might be able to figure out how to keep it from happening again.

The idea of sin being able to deceive us, suppressing truth so that we believe a lie, should send shivers down our spines. It is one thing to deceive other people. That is scary enough. It is even more frightening when we realize that each lie we tell leaves us more self-deceived. All practiced sin teaches us to believe lies. WE don't often consider the boomerang effect of our deception. In the end it will get us.

we have to keep him in a state of enlightened deception.

The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.