Quotes About Deception

I smile. I lie.

Hale would scold her if he heard her say it—even here, even now, in the middle of a con. But there was a part of Kat, deep down, that might have even thought it was true if she ever allowed herself to think about such things—if she could stop running, working, grifting long enough to wonder if she was really going to get away with stealing W. W. Hale V. But

Maybe it's only fitting that a relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Lies aren't just the things we tell -- they're the lives we lead.

I am the Girl Who Cried Wolf. And now I am the only one who can save the lambs.

There were a million lies Kat could have told, but none more powerful than the truth. "This is our only idea.

Here's the thing about lying: a part of you has to mean it—even if it is a tiny, sinister, shred that only lives in the blackest, darkest parts of your mind. You have to want it to be true.

Kat was more prone to simply making sure the very fancy college that Lady Georgette was going to be attending found out that the girl had had "help" with her entrance exams. There

Taccone smiled. "And you've come here alone," he said, but it was really a question. "Now, I could say yes, and have you think I'm lying." She took a step forward, ran her hand across the baby-soft leather of a wingback chair. "Or I could say no, and have you think I'm bluffing. So maybe I'll just say . . . no comment.

Even at the Gallagher Academy, they don't teach you to break somebody's heart.

That's the thing about spies, most of the secrets we keep are from each other

According to my sources," Megan says, which I'm pretty sure is code for I hacked into the police mainframe, but please don't tell my mom...

A good thief is always a great liar. It's part of the skill set, the tools, the craft. And at that moment, Kat thought it was probably a very good thing she'd walked away from the life, because when she said, "No," Hale just smiled wider.

How much did you put in there?" Liz shrugged and looked slightly guilty. And slightly wicked. It was a terribly evil combination. "I couldn't be sure that he'd eat it all, and if he just took one bite, that might not be enough to --" "Liz," I whispered, needing her to get to the point. "Five times more than recommended!" she blurted

Don't let the glitter fool you." She wiggles her shiny nails in the air, then taps her temple. "I'm up here." … "How did you…?" "Mymom is the chief operations officer for the CIA stationed in Europe," she tells me. "I pay attention." "I see that," I say.

For a second, I actually wonder if my brother, the saint, might actually be lying.

But I knew Rebecca Baxter well enough to know that she wasn't talking about the spies. She was talking about…the boys.

They tried to make you forget - to tell you you were seeing things, misremembering things. But you have always known.

Maybe this means she believes me. Maybe she trusts me. Or maybe she Lila is just smart enough to know that, given enough rope, eventually, I am bound to hang myself.

Ä°yi bir h?rs?z her zaman iyi bir yalanc?d?r. Bu sahip olunmas? gereken yeteneklerden ve zanaat?n vazgeçilmez hünerlerinden biridir. (syf. 21)

Chelovek takma ad?ndan daha eski bir kural vard?r, en eski yalanc?n?n bile inkâr edemeyeceÄŸi bir gerçek: dürüst birini doland?ramazs?n. EÄŸer doland?r?rsan… Buna piÅŸman olursun. (syf. 157)

21:00 hours: The Subject admitted to leaving some of The Operative's listening devices within the East Wing. Or he tried to trick The Operative into admitting that there were remaining devices ... Or the subject was just making covert small talk. Or... 21:01 hours: the operative couldn't help but remember how much easier it is talking to regular boys.

Noah is grinning at me, teasing, mocking just a little. He doesn't know that he should hate me. Fear me. Pity me. I should like him for that, but in the end I can't respect anyone who could be foolish enough to be sucked into all of my lies.

You need me." Gabrielle said. There was no doubt in her voice. No flirt. No ditz. She was in every way Uncle Eddie's great-niece. A pro. A con. A thief. "Like it or not, Kitty Kat, the reunion starts now.