Quotes About Deception

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn't know how to drive?" "Isn't it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn't. I did it so I'd have a reason to be around you - one I knew you couldn't refuse

How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving.

Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.

So far I'm not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.

How?d you get here?? I asked. She winked. ?You?re not the only ones who can steal cars. Or, in my case, get people to 'willingly? lend them.

Dimka, not you too.

Unbelievable," I said. "First you wanted to hide her away to keep you alive. Now you actually want her out in the world to use her compulsion for your own psycho plans.

Your truths are worse than your lies.

Cheaters, I thought.

John Cusack is standing over there." I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. "That's not John Cusack. That's Jerome." "Seriously?" "Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack." "Keyword: looked. That guy doesn't look like him. That guy is him.

You're a terrible liar, boy," Rand called after us. "Is he right?" I asked quietly, once we'd put some distance between the guest cabin and us. "That I'm a terrible liar? No. I'm a fantastic liar.

The truth, huh? No one wants to hear the truth. The truth is never sexy. But you... You are too goddamned sexy to be real. -Christian to Lissa

You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.

Love doesn't stop people from betraying each other

You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is.

I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.

Hey, how come you told those girls your name was Jet?" "Standard practice if you don't want chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation here." "Yeah, but why Jet? Why not . . . I don't know . . . Travis or John?" Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

I loved you! I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me! I. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time. (Adrian Ivashkov)

They never expect the knife.

I never saw it coming," I said bleakly. "I thought I was so smart. And each time I talked to her, I dismissed her as some dumb, scattered girl. Meanwhile, she was laughing and countering my moves every step of the way. It's humbling. I don't meet many people like that.

I've seen this before." "A golden brick that turned into a deadly, rampaging puddle of molten metal?" I asked.