Quotes About Deception

She not only turned a blind eye to his philandering, she befriended the women he bedded!

Stoker gave him a thin, feral smile, baring his teeth. "You always were a slippery bastard," he said in a low tone. "But even you cannot talk your way around the fact that we found your name in Ramsforth's ledger.

A bit of trouble with this? I'm having a goddamned nervous breakdown. The woman I love most in the world has—after five years of marriage—decided to finally tell me the truth about what she does. That's five years of lies. That's a shit-ton of lies.

Have you not yet learned that villainy is not written on the face, but the heart?

The Spartan boy and the fox?" "Yes, the lad stole a fox pup but the Spartans had very strict rules against thievery. He hid the animal in his cloak, and rather than allow his misdeed to be found out, he let it gnaw out his vitals while he kept his silence." "And your point is?" he asked acidly. "Simply this: that truth is like that fox pup. If you suffer its ill effects in silence, it can do irreparable harm. Perhaps even kill you.

If you look up "charming" in the dictionary, you'll see that it not only has references to strong attraction, but to spells and magic. Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?

Sometimes you think you've found love, when it's really just one of those objects that are shiny in a certain light--a trophy, say, or a ring, or a diamond, even. Glass shards, maybe. You've got to be careful, you do. The shine can blind you. The edges can cut you in way you never imagined. It is up to you to allow that or not.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

It's shocking the things we call love.

But what I wanted back had never really been there. He was a temporary illusion, a mirage of water after walking in the desert. I had made him up. And he could have killed me. You've got to stop the ride sometimes. Stop it and get off.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

Maybe we all just want to feel special, even for a little while, to be fooled for a bit into feeling something besides the truth of our own ordinariness.

They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.

Fate is a shape-shifter. It is the kindest and most generous entity imaginable, laying out more goodness than a person deserves, and then it shrinks and curls and forms into something grotesque. You think something is one thing, but then it´s another.

It was possible, maybe, to have facts in your mind that weren't facts at all. You could build a whole life's story on false assumptions. You could make truths out of untruths and untruths out of truths. Until you spoke them, really said them out loud or checked for sure, you may not have known which were which.

A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn't.

Nice isn't the same as good," he said. "People are 'nice' for a million of reasons. 'Nice' is the outside. What people get to see. What you want people to see. 'Good' is the inside. And this is a bad person, C. He's making you a fucking prisoner and your letting him

We forget that just because something is honest it is not necessary the truth.

And because he was nice in the beginning did not mean he was a good man.

Fear was the biggest bullshitter, he'd said. But sometimes, too, fear told the truth.

We forget that just because something is honest it is not necessarily the truth.

I made a silent promise to myself--I would come back when no one was here, and I would read those words. Maybe at that moment I knew what a thief must feel, a jewel thief. The way his heart would quicken with need and envy and want when he gazed down at the promise of diamonds and rubies.The way he knew he would soon hold them in his hands,pretending they were his even if they could never be.

if you have returned then either its a deception or its a dream...from now no nightmares onwards.

if you have returned in my life then either its a deception or its a dream...from now no nightmares onwards