Quotes About Deception

and if a fool is believed then those who believe him are even bigger fools.

Evil was predictable; it cloaked itself in righteousness, convinced its enemies must be punished.

You didn't want to know, so it was easy for her to fool you. She works left-handed.

You can always tell a liar, for he will not look at you when he speaks, and often he has white spots on his fingernails, one to mark every lie he's told.

Um homem que desaparece ou está morto ou quer que você pense que está. Talvez seja melhor que você pense assim.

Onde havia uma mentira, sempre se descobriam outras.

Você não pode fingir que algo real não existe.

Evil always did that, appeared when you least expect it.

She had the ability to spot a liar, except for the lies spoken by someone she loved. That's what had caught her up; she'd been distracted by love, which seemed, at least at the time, to be the truest thing in the world.

You may think it is one thing, when in fact it is something else entirely: infatuation, loneliness, seduction.

Any woman can make a mistake, especially when she is young, and sees the wrong man through a haze so that he appears to be something he's not.

You will be amazed to find how easy it is to lie, even to those you love best.

I thought he knew me better than most...Then one nigh Jack brought me flowers, a handful of fading daisies he'd picked up at a farm stand, but flowers all the same. That was the end; that was how he ruined everything.

The devil loves these short, dark days.

It is hard enough to recognize lies for what they are if only one person, from whom we anticipate help, insists on maintaining the lie. Inbred tact and our own distress hamper us in contradicting that person. How much more difficult is it, then, to see through lies when everyone around us takes them for the truth, simply because they themselves are victims of such lies. Thus, yesterday's victims become the opinion-makers and power-brokers of tomorrow.

That balloon flew up very high in a good wind but was suddenly punctured and soon lay like a little rag on the ground, for nothing genuine that could have given inner strength and support had ever been developed.

As she never wanted me to be the way I really was, I had to actively conceal my authentic feelings from her.

The body would become aware of this sooner or later, and no amount of fine-sounding words would be able to deceive it for long.

It has now been proved that though repression may be crucial for a child, it should not necessarily be the fate of adults. A small child's dependency on her parents, her trust in them, her longing to love and be loved, are limitless. To exploit this dependency, to deceive a child in her longing, confuse her, and then proceed to sell this as child rearing is a criminal act—a criminal act committed hourly and daily out of ignorance, indifference, and the refusal to give up such behavior.

the world is tumbling with innocent-seeming objects ready to declare themselves, slippery and obliging.

Lies of that nature could be waiting around in the corners of a person's mind, hanging like bats in the corners, waiting to take advantage of any kind of darkness.

I went on to say that no lies, after all, were as strong as the lies we tell ourselves and then unfortunately have to keep telling to make the whole puke stay down in our stomachs, eating us alive, as he would find out soon enough.

She would have said that love was hocus-pocus, a deception, and she believed that. But at the prospect she still felt a hush, a flutter along the nerves, a bowing down of sense, a flagrant postration

The preference most of them had for seeing through their camera, rather than looking at the real thing, and so on.