Quotes About Deception

My eyes narrowed. He wanted me to lie for him? Minias leaned so close to the barrier of ever-after that it buzzed a harsh warning. "If you don't, I'll give the public what they expect." His eyes went to the people clustered at the window. "Proof that you deal in demons ought to do wonders for your…sterling reputation." Mmmm. There is that. 

Living a lie tore at one's being and leaked out in the oddest of places.

Soldier gave her a week or two to get over the golden haired Prince with the character of a horned toad and the soul of a slug

Analogies always deceive more than they reveal; I am no fan of analogies, I do not use them. Even metaphor, that mental operation we use with almost every word we speak, is slippery and deceptive. I always speak as plainly as I can. And yet language, and therefore thought, is a strange and imprecise game of metaphors and analogies, one that we must play to stay alive.

And my job needs a fair bit of lying, to tell the truth. - What are you, a reporter?

They tell each other what they are thinking. But there is no reason to believe anything they say.

Ideology, n. An imaginary relationship to a real situation. In common usage, what the other person has, especially when systematically distorting the facts.

We should do this more often," Charlotte lied. "For sure," Larry lied back.

was because she still hadn't found her soul mate—if there was such a thing—and the fact that she had just learned three days ago that her so-called significant other, Tim, was sleeping with another woman.

It was because she still hadn't found her soul mate—if there was such a thing—and the fact that she had just learned three days ago that her so-called significant other, Tim, was sleeping with another woman.

Rogers} sexual aim is "to convert a creature who is cool, dry, calm, articulate, independent, purposeful into a creature who is the opposite of these: to demonstrate to an animal which is pretending not to be an animal that it is an animal.

Beware of curiously shaped or oddly-got-up bottles: you are likely to be paying for the parcel rather than what is wrapped up in it.

The real trouble with liars ... was that there could never be any guarantee against their occasionally telling the truth.

If a man can hear the truth he's spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools..........

What did she think about behind that tranquil face of hers? Whatever the provocation, she never clenched her jaws, swore or got angry. Did she watch everything from a distance, as if even her own life was happening to someone else? Nobody could see it but instead of a face, she wore a mask. No, Ravan wanted to rephrase that. What he and everybody else saw was the mask, not what went on inside.

fraudulent blue ozone

It is a sad spectacle, a dead town trying to pretend it is alive.

Han måtte rehabilitere seg ved et bedrag; når han lot gjelde at han var som andre, at han var kommensurabel, så måtte jo stakkaren bruke sin egen målestokk og overtale seg til å tro på den. Han hadde kanskje sin lille lykke ved dette, han hadde iallfall ingen annen. Kunst altsammen altså? Kunst altsammen. Men intet dårlig kunstverk.

Hun var så meget penere i ansiktet og snakket morsommere og var malet og var det de kalte chic, men hun var ikke så meget til det andre, slet ikke så storartet til det andre, det såes på hende, ingen bryster, flat, haha, gikk engang med hatten bak frem for å finde på noget.

Får den ikke munken til å luse indover stængte haver og lægge øiet ind til de sovendes vinduer om natten? Og besætter den ikke nonnen med dårskap og formørker prinsessens forstand? Den slår kongens hode i veien så hans hår feier alt veiens støv, og derunder hvisker han ublu ord for sig selv og ler og stikker tungen ut.

This began to get interesting. The situation ran away with me, and one lie after another engendered in my head. I sat down again, forgot the newspaper, and the remarkable documents, grew lively, and cut short the old fellow's talk. The little goblin's unsuspecting simplicity made me foolhardy; I would stuff him recklessly full of lies; rout him out o' field grandly, and stop his mouth from sheer amazement. Had he heard of the electric psalm-book that Happolati had invented?

When they passed the centaur king's cell, Volós pointed at Regin and slid his forefinger across his throat. She replied, "Hey, didn't I see you in a donkey show down in Tijuana? No? You've got a twin then—

Mortal, if there's one thing I've learned in all my years, it's this: lies are curses you place on yourself.

Those who betray me only do so once. ~Malkom Slaine (Demon From the Dark)