Quotes About Deception

a man with as dirty a record as his!… This is the sort of man that poses as a leader of the people! And successfully, too! Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

All well bred persons lie—Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think… William Congreve, Love for Love Strike's

She'd spent nearly half her life with Matthew, and not until a hard, bright diamond ear stud had appeared in their bed had she realized that he was living a life apart, and was not, and perhaps never had been, the man she thought she knew.

he was an evil, amoral bastard who told everyone he met he was an evil, amoral bastard and what happened? Women fell over themselves to get at him.

Robert Galbraith

there was no romantic whisper of quiet woods or secret garden about them . . .

The simplest, most plausible explanation I can think of is that somebody offered her a lift. A car pulled up—" "Or a van," said Strike. Robin had, indeed, reached the same conclusion he had. "Someone she knew—" "Or someone who seemed safe. An elderly man—" "Or what she thinks is a woman." "Exactly," said Robin.

lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous.' Tansy

Good though his eyesight was, however, he would have been unlikely to spot the Stanley knife being turned rhythmically between long, fine fingers.

When you're living a lie, nothing's more threatening than people who tell the truth…

mythomania, her need to provoke, to taunt, to test.

Le hemos ofrecido una falsa impresión del desenfreno del proletariado

you want your civil liberties when you've told the missus you're at the office and you're at a lap-dancing club, but you want twenty-four-hour surveillance on your house when someone's trying to force your bathroom window open. Can't have it both ways.

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake… Emily Dickinson XIX: A Snake

Robert Galbraith

Anomie has to be someone there, with the quote on the window and the stolen drawing and everything. But you never wanted to believe me, that that place was bad news, because of her.

What are you - Secret Service?' 'If I were, I wouldn't admit it.' 'And you're not admitting it, I notice.

The trouble with altering the facts to fit the picture is that it's a cumulative exercise. It starts as a game — a bit of a lark really. Then it gets serious, then complicated, then . . . then pleasure becomes pain because you find yourself and everyone else believing the charade — living the lie as if it were the truth.

Man's ability to indulge in self-deception knows no bounds.

I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home.

she had brought harm to him, in the believe that nothing mattered, that no moment had consequences beyond the moment itself. She had agreed to kill him without realizing that he would die".

He would move from city to city as he had always done, using people, soiling them like sheets and walking away, to find fresh faces and new diversions.

In all ages, hypocrites, called priests, have put crowns upon the heads of thieves, called kings.

If you're trying to disguise yourself to fool an approaching enemy, then try impersonating a nutsack. Just puff out your cheeks and look uninterested.