Quotes About Deception

can't bear to pretend happiness." Sylvie

A broken heart can masquerade as a cold one.

I've always said that in politics, your enemies can't hurt you, but your friends will kill you.

You can put lipstick and earrings on a hog and call it Monique, but it's still a pig.

Dr. Benjamin Spock, who worked in a veterans' hospital dealing with emotional illnesses during World War II, commented at the time that there was a pronounced cross-sex problem in dealing with psychopathic personalities. The male psychopaths had no difficulty in bewitching female staff members, while the male staff picked up on them rapidly. The female psychopaths could fool the male staff but not the women.

The vice president (Nixon) seems like a man who is acting like a nice man rather than being one.

Bevo a una casa distrutta, alla mia vita sciagurata, a solitudini vissute in due e bevo anche a te: all'inganno di labbra che tradirono, al morto gelo dei tuoi occhi, ad un mondo crudele e rozzo, ad un Dio che non ci ha salvato.

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

First as a serpent, it'll cast its spell Next to your heart, curled up. Then it'll come as a dove as well, Cooing for days nonstop.

An ordinary woman Took my unique place Used my real name Left me a pseudonym

In vain you whisper sweet lies About falling under love's spell, Your stubborn and hungry eyes, - I'm afraid, I know them too well!

We have to convince Monks and Filey we're lovers. I mean only to sleep here. You have my word you're safe from my advances." Surprisingly, that full mouth quirked into a wry smile. "So we lie like Tristan and Yseult with a sword between us?" Hard as it was, hard as he was , he couldn't help smiling at the absurd image. "I find myself currently embarrassed of a sword." He didn't say that, in the legend, the sword had proven no barrier to passion. He was in enough trouble.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

I once saw a note on a Stasi file from early 1989 that I would never forget. In it a young lieutenant alerted his superiors to the fact that there were so many informers in church opposition groups at demonstrations that they were making these groups appear stronger than they really were. In one of the most beautiful ironies I have ever seen, he dutifully noted that, by having swelled the ranks of the opposition, the Stasi was giving the people heart to keep demonstrating against them.

Tas bija br?niš??gi un piln?gi sadom?ti. Viss bija ne?sts. T? nebija dz?ve. T? nebija Par?ze. Bija augusts. Es nebiju t?rists. Es nebiju vecpuisis. Es meloju pats sev. Sev, vi?ai, savai ?imenei. Vi?a nebija mu??e, un, kad pien?ca pa?iru laiks, telefona zvani un meli, vi?a aizbrauca. Pie lidostas durv?m vi?a man pav?st?ja: ''Es m??in?šu dz?vot bez jums. Es ceru, man izdosies…

You get so close to, and so wound up in, what you are trying to do that you can lose perspective. Your mind may trick you into seeing what you want to see, not what is really there.

Why was I led astray by a tiger brightness? Why did a false sun lure me so far from home?...my eyes had looked at something forbidden and seen what they should never have seen, and now sight itself had gone out of them…never again would I see the blinding glare of enemy eyes.

What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.

It was as though I had parted company all at once with my usual reasoning self, which had withdrawn into the shadows, leaving me no means of communicating with it; while another "I" took command, functioning at a different, more mysterious level, where all outer appearances were deceptive, and even the thoughts in my head shot with ambiguity.

People, in general, tend to project onto others their own state of mind. Well-meaning people inevitably assume other people are well meaning. People who cheat assume everyone cheats. People who deceive assume everybody deceives. Confessions of a Whistle-Blower: Lessons Anna C. Salter. Ethics & Behavior, Volume 8, Issue 2 June 1998

God had nothing to do with it, or only as much as He has something to do with everything. It was all just as I imagined it would be. A huge lot of hocus-pocus. For hours they put me to the acid test. Except I never imagined that they would sit there and write down all the rubbish I was spouting, and that after that I had to write my name under it, saying that I myself had really spouted all that.

Such lies were a lot better, less hurtful than the truth would have been.

Hard to hide a weapon after you've shot yourself in the head.

wrote that freedom of the press "is a deception." He mocked freedom of assembly as a "hollow phrase." As for parliamentary democracy itself, that was no more than "a machine for the suppression of the working class." In the Bolshevik imagination, the press could be free, and public institutions could be fair, only once they were controlled by the working class—via the party.