Quotes About Deception

At seven p.m., hope is sparked again when some new chirpy airline employee announces that a new plane without that nasty mechanical problem - the aviation of the clap - will arrive around 9 o'clock. Apparently, the old plane would now be used as a decoy plane so that when a plane wasn't available it could be loaded with passengers who could sit there thinking that they would be leaving in fifteen minutes.

what you would seem to be—or if you'd like it put more simply—Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of that is—'Be what you would seem to be'—or, if you'd like it put more simply—'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

if you'd like it put more simply---Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

Who cares for you? You're nothing but a pack of cards!

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead -- There were no birds to fly.

Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!

Tu intención debía ser mala; si no, lo habrías firmado, como cualquier persona honesta.

Sometimes things that look safe, turn out nasty, and things that look nasty, turn out safe.

Concordo com você - disse a duquesa, — e a moral disso é: Seja o que você parece ser, ou, se preferir a forma simplificada, Jamais imagine ser diferente do que aparentaria ser aos outros do que foi ou poderia ter sido se não fosse o que teria sido se aparentasse ser diferente para eles.

You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

Because you can't keep up the illusion forever, I say. No one has that much magic.

I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.

That's what living in their world is-a big lie. An illusion where everyone looks the other way and pretends that nothing unpleasant exists at all, no goblins of the dark, no ghosts of the soul.

The world is a lie...not you and me.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot." Evie's parents stared in stunned silence. "Or so I've heard.

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

Before the Devil breaks you, first he will make you love him. Beware, little sister. Beware the King of Crows!

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.