Quotes About Deception

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

You did not bring down two of the royal guard in an unceremonious heap because the woman in the middle tripped.

I'll do my bit tonight, but forgive me if it's a little harder to keep going than normal. Forgive me if I'm not superwoman after all. Not superwoman? he exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest in mock surprise. You've lied to me all these years!

You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward. He smiled. I don't lie to you. Really, I said. The smile became a grin. Okay, not most of the time, anymore. His face sobered. I'm not lying now.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But... maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

The truth is so often disappointing, or ugly; don't you find that, ma petite ?

He can look harmless if he wants to. He is the consummate actor, but unless he works at it, his eyes give him away. If the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then Edward's in trouble because no one is home. He

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have, can be

hope is a lying bitch that strings you along with just enough promise that you don't want to give up.

Silence is not a lie. A sin of omission, but not a lie.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright." - Laurell K. Hamilton

A hundred years later and someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that it's not heaven you're offering them, it's hell.

want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not.

Never believe that a vampire will only take a little. That it won't hurt. That's like believing your date will pull out in time. Just trust him. Yeah, right.

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I shut the door behind me and locked it, though truthfully with Edward inside I might have been safer locking myself out rather than in. He was not an imposing man, not frightening, if you didn't know him. He was five-eight, slender, blond, blue-eyed, charming. But if I was The Executioner, he was Death itself. He was the person I had seen use a flamethrower. I

That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.

Hey, Blake, do you really need to step outside?" Zerbrowski took my arm as if to lead me towards the door. "Thanks, but I'm fine." I looked him straight in his baby-browns and lied. He knew I was lying. I wasn't all right, but I'd make it. He released my arm, stepped back, and gave me a mock salute. "I love a tough broad." I smiled before I could stop it. "Go away, Zerbrowski.

Some sort of weird, shared inexplicable draw to fall in love with people who hurt and betray us.

The leaves do fad and fall away, / Berries rot and sheaves decay; / The deer is fled back to the field. / That is all your promises yield. / All wind and words, your vows, I see, / Are barren as the fruitless tree.

I'll believe it when I see it, missy. Snakes don't change their scales, no matter how many times he"—Miss Gwen poked her sword parasol in the Gardener's general direction—"changes his name. What has it been? Four names so far? Five? It's getting hard to keep track. Make up your mind already.

safe haven of murderers, the native land and cover for cardsharps, the general lure for loose women

But coming halfway clean was a time- honored way of continuing to lie.