Quotes About Deception

Such are the amenities of social life, which oft makes a liar of the best of men.

I like my fellow man, but I also realize he carried a good measure of the Old Nick in him and he can find a good excuse for almost any kind of wrongdoing or mischief.

My old Greek, who was my teacher when I was a boy in my own country," I said, "taught me this. It was a Somali saying, I believe: 'Lie to a liar, for lies are his coin; steal from a thief, for that is easy; lay a trap for the trickster and catch him at the first attempt, but beware of an honest man.

There is no Miss Zarves. There is no nineteenth story. Sorry.

empty brown paper sack would taste better. But

X-Ray had been sent to Camp Green Lake for selling bags of dried parsley and oregano to customers who thought they were buying marijuana. That was also why his family had to move from Lubbock to Austin shortly after he was released.

19 Miss Zarves There is no Miss Zarves. There is no nineteenth story. Sorry.

Some hunters like to shoot ostriches that have their heads buried in the sand.

pretty face, I mean vase.

All the worse for the undeniable talent which hides the evil so subtly and makes the danger so delightful.

Io sono una strega e, un giorno, il mio travestimento cadrà e voi mi vedrete quale sono realmente: vecchia, brutta, cattiva e perduta. Guardatevi da me, finché siete in tempo. Vi ho avvertito. Ora amatemi a vostro rischio e pericolo.

She did not answer, for truth she could not, and falsehood she would not, give him.

They haf no right to put poison in the sugarplum, and let the small ones eat it.

Because, what? You won't tell? Never! Well, I have a bad trick

No, no! I detest, despise, hate and discard this man forever. My delusion is gone, I know him now, and nothing can restore love, respect or confidence. He is my evil genius, and long ago when as a reckless girl I said I'd sell my soul to Satan for a year of freedom little I knew that I should be taken at my word in such fearful earnest. I've been happy, I've paid a high price for it, and now I have no desire but to expiate the impious wish by patience and submission.

And Patrice thought another thing her mother said was definitely true—you never really knew a man until you told him you didn't love him. That's when his true ugliness, submerged to charm you, might surface.

The whiskey had its own mind. Or spirit, he said. A cunning spirit. Sometimes it fooled him. Sometimes it set him free.

While Rockefeller communicated with his subordinates in genteel fashion, discussing muscular tactics with unctuous euphemisms, his colleagues were less restrained and gloried in their brutal shenanigans.

Never resigned to his father's desertion and always fearing press exposure of his bigamy, John was still trying to lure his seventy-one-year-old father back to Eliza and away from the sinful second marriage.

While they thought they were leading me into a trap, I let them go into the trap themselves.

Whenever he was about to commit some particularly heinous act, he first found a character flaw in the victim then proceeded with a serene conscience.

In later years, when an acquaintance inquired what had pained him most in the course of his eventful life, Grant responded readily, To be deceived by a friend. p809

He "has so happy a faculty of appearing to accommodate and yet carrying his point, that if he was really not one of the best-intentioned men in the world, he might be a very dangerous one," observed Abigail Adams.

As always, Rockefeller floated serenely above the bustle, pretending to be oblivious to any wrongdoing