Quotes About Deception

In fact, seeing what is actually there with our conscious mind is really hard to do, and most people never learn how to do it! The brain is actively hiding the real world from us.

His first step is to make temptation appear as a natural desire. It is something unequivocally physical and human.

The gospel of Jesus Christ was made synonymous with the methods that had devalued the truth, and people began to search elsewhere for answers.

Truth is stranger than fiction because we have made fiction to suit ourselves.

The whole thing was a charade--the pomp, the ceremony, the goose-stepping. the salute--but the incredible cost was very real.

La fe no le servirá de nada si el Dios que usted sigue, adora y a quien dedica su vida no es real.

The seduction was complete. The lie is what people want, so why get hung up on the truth?

Truth and authenticity are easy casualties before the power of the lens.

He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

You can't build a house without nails and wood. If you don't want a house built, hide the nails and wood. If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides of a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.

Don't listen, whispered Faber. He's trying to confuse. He's slippery. Watch out.

I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every point! What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and then they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

It's a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not.

Those are not my friends, the ones who got me to tear the strips apart and so tear my own life down the middle; they are my enemies.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.

The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

Thinking a man good, we risk his duplicity. Thinking a man bad, we deny sanctuary.

And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else's house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser.

Isi purta fericirea ca pe o masca, iar fata aceea fugise cu masca prin curtea casei ei, si nu era chip sa se duca sa i-o ceara inapoi.

Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin.

Sentì il sorriso abbandonare la sua faccia, fondersi o ripiegare su se stesso come cera di una candela fantastica che era bruciata troppo a lungo e ora collassava, spenta. Buio, infelicità. Non era un uomo felice, ripeté tra sé. Riconobbe che era questa la verità, indossava la contentezza come una maschera ma adesso la ragazza era scappata, portandola con sé. Non c'era modo di bussare alla sua porta e chiedere che gliela restituisse. Senza