Quotes About Deception

A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury," she

Of course, the Führer promised a lot of things. It was what had got him where he was today.

Because you couldn't make time, she'd been deluded about that. Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

Lying came easily to Niven, he thought of it as a means of protecting the truth.

Juliet could still remember when Hitler had seemed like a harmless clown. No one was amused now. ("The clowns are the dangerous ones," Perry said.)

the gingerbread house was a prison, not a place of safety. It was where you were fattened up for the oven by the witch so you could be eaten, like a Christmas goose.

But then, what constituted real? Wasn't everything, even this life itself, just a game of deception?

I half hoped Mr. Pearson would waLk out holding Thomas by the scruff of his neck, still wearing his boxers or pajama pants or whatever the hell a guy like him slept in. But seconds later, when Mr. Pearson emerged, he was red with rage and completely alone. Thomas was gone.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

The years that are gone seem like dreams--if one might go on sleeping and dreaming--but to wake up and find--oh! well! Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.

Listen, said Beverly. Let me tell you something. There is no Very Friendly Animal Center. That cat is long gone.

They lived happily ever after. It said so. In the book. They were the last words on the page. Happily ever after. Despereaux was sure that he had read exactly those words time and time again. Lying on the floor with the drum beating and the mice shouting... Despereaux had a sudden, chilling thought: Had some other mouse eaten the words that spoke the truth? Did the knight and the fair maiden really not live happily ever after?

Normalcy is an illusion, of course," said William Spiver. "There is no normal.

for whether she knows anything or not, she looks as if she did, and whether she's capable of filling an office or not, she looks as if she was.

She had never looked to see what lay beneath the surface, because the surface was easy enough to polish and keep bright.

I have been bitten by the snake too

because he stared at me with such a look as made him seem much better-looking even than he likely thought himself, and it is very bad to encourage young men into believing you find them handsome.

There's an old saying: 'be careful what you wish for; you might get it.'" "Oh, gods." A quaver shook Ilya's voice. "The bargains we make with the gods never fall out as we think they will.

Here. He handed the rose to Hanna. Take this one to my niece. Tell her that it would be well for her to remember that the thorns of those words which mislead without lying are small but persistent, and that the white rose which symbolizes purity is also veined with flaws.

What family isn't held together by a cartilage of lies? In these fractured times, these days of spin, you have to make the family you can.

Three lists! Aphrodite was truly cruel!

Boots and guns had replaced banners and horses, but the story was the same. Men with black hearts. With black souls.

Everyone always believes him to be the person they think he is, which in truth is no one