Quotes About Deception

I think it's a slippery slope to fabricate a different life.

Ninety-five percent of the beliefs we have stored in our minds are nothing but lies, and we suffer because we believe all these lies.

I think, for myself, life lied to me.

It is Hillary's lot in life not to be able to fake it well...

There is no romance without some lying. That's what romance is - a little bit of Vaseline on the camera lens of life.

We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside

Life without illusion is a ghostly affair.

The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.

Life is not always what we think it is.

Human life, like all inferior goods, is covered on the outside with a false glitter; what suffers always conceals itself.

Lies are like garbage that you can't throw away. They clutter your life, foul your air, and make living unbearable.

Social and political life is a Society for the Diffusion of Mendacity .

Hollywood life is never true. Ever.

There is no true life within a false life.

Life is an unbroken succession of false situations.

There's only a fellow sawing a woman in half this week.' 'Keep a half for me.

You're lying to me half the time, and I'm lying to you all the time.

We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.

When you hate someone you used to love, and you think he's done something awful - he probably has.

If those are your friends, you've got no need for enemies.

Telling this story will be painful. In fact, I do not know if I can tell it truthfully, though I'll try. I have been a liar all my life, you see. It's not uncommon in our family.

See?" I said. "That's exactly the person I don't want to be with. And he's always there, underneath all your charm.

We're not friends, Ms. Williams. You're lying to me half the time, and I'm lying to you all the time.

Everything he said sounded wonderful, but it wasn't true. I was desperately insecure and I did care what people thought. Jackson wasn't really talking about me. He was talking about an idea of me he'd concocted in his head. As soon as he remembered me and my true weaknesses in the clear light of day, he'd be as cruel this time as he had been the last.