Quotes About Deception

So I slap on that smile and pretend everything's okay even though it's not.

Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I was told you be the one to help me cross on to the next world. Who told you this? His eyes widen. A fearsome creature with a head full of snakes! You musn't fear her, I say, taking the man's hand and leading his toward the river. She's as tame as a pussycat. She'd probably lick your hand given the chance. Didn't seem harmless, he whispers, shuddering. Yes, well, things are not always as they appear, sir, and we must learn to judge for ourselves.

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally's fresh cup of coffee.

In this man's smile was all the unfairness of the world in its thuggish seduction. "Just come with me. We'll take care of you." "No, you won't." Taylor stroked the man's cheek. She reached her arms up to cradle the back of his head and, with the skill of a champion, she broke his neck. Then she dragged him into the bushes, took his gun and walkie-talkie, and kept moving.

Petra turned to her. Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now! Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. I didn't mean... No one ever does. Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.

You have been deceived. Spiritualism is no more a science than thievery. For that's all this is--very skilled dodgers stealing money from the bereaved for a little glint of hope. People see what they want to see when they need to.

It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.

We'll have to make the chumps believe it. Moonlight strolls. Staring into each other's eyes. Sharing the same straw in our egg cream. Dreadful pet names." "Not Lamb Chop," Evie protested. "That's hideous." "You got it, Pork Chop." "I will murder you in your sleep." Sam grinned. "Does that mean you're sleeping beside me?" "Not on your life, Lloyd.

I have met the devil, and her name is Cecily Temple

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue. "People will believe anything, you know. You only need them to be frightened enough.

Imagine living each day and not being able to trust your own mind. Imagine having it lie to you, trick you, tell you you're worthless or that the world would be better off without you in it. It would be like… like always hearing an awful radio playing inside your head, one that you can't seem to turn off.

Trust me: If God exists, he'll know I'm faking it.

Before the devil breaks you, first he will make you love him.

Aww, Sheba. So you're working for Evie. Honestly, who isn't working for himself in this meshuga world? Some people just hide it better than others.

I can't stay long. I told my mother I was attending an evening Mass with Henry and Evie at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Henry put a hand to his chest in faux shock. You used the Lord to lie to them? I'll just stand over here in case you're struck by lightning.

They will drink their tea. Weight their words. Wear hats against the sun. squeeze their minds into corsets, lest some errant thought should escape and ruin the smooth illusion they hold of themselves and the world as they like it.

But people rarely want the truth. We say that we want it when, really, we like being lied to. We prefer the ether of hope.

The cranks are always with us," Qwilleran said, "hiding behind trees, peeking around corners, going about in disguise, and plotting their selfish little schemes.

Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone

You delight in making a fool of me," she accused in a furious whisper. "Not true," Caleb replied smoothly. "But I do like watching the sparks catch in your eyes when you realize you've just been had. May I walk you home, Miss Chalmers?" "Certainly not. In fact, I would deem it a great favor if you would simply stop bothering me, Major.

Olympus, of course not! If you are to be a politician, your natural medium is lying. Surely your agent has explained that?

Latin, the language of politicians, provides a fine medium for lies, malpractice, obfuscation and straight bamboozling. It's perfect for buffoons, inadequates and crooks.

Rumours would do. When you blacken someone's name in politics, hearsay can be freely deployed. Scandal needs to be colourful, not true.