Quotes About Deception

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends

Ni un solo instante apartó la mirada de Daisy; creo que revalorizaba todo cuanto había en su casa, de acuerdo con la medida de aprobación que leía en sus adorables pupilas. A veces miraba sus poseciones asombrado, como si en la real y sorprendente presencia de Daisy, nada fuera ya real.

Ni un solo instante apartó la mirada de Daisy; creo que revalorizaba todo cuanto había en su casa, de acuerdo con la medida de aprobación que leía en sus adorables pupilas. A veces miraba sus posesiones asombrado, como si en la real y sorprendente presencia de Daisy, nada fuera ya real.

La verdad es que Jay Gatsby, de West Egg, Long Island, nació de su platónica concepción de sí mismo.

Voi abitate a West Egg disse con fare sprezzante. Conosco qualcuno laggiù. Io non conosco nessuno. Dovete conoscere Gatsby. Gatsby? chiese Daisy. Che Gatsby?

One would think, to look at him, that he ought to be jolly; one might think, considering his enormous wealth, that he ought to be happy; but this was not the case.

Without a twich of exertion, Redd sealed his lips with glue. Who wants to kill him? The Cat raised a paw. Siren and Alistare raised their hands. Mmmmmm mmm mmm, protested Jack.

But I killed you, said Alyss. Did you? Redd turned to The Cat. Why wasn't I informed? --The Looking Glass Wars

You can't kill what isn't there, even if what isn't there can kill you.

SIN IS THE MONSTER we love to deny. It can stalk us, bite a slice out of our lives, return again and bite again, and even as we bleed and hobble, we prefer to believe nothing has happened. That makes sin the perfect monster, a man-eater that blinds and numbs its victims, convincing them that nothing is wrong and there is no need to flee, and then consumes them at its leisure.

Brummel was a man somewhere in his thirties, single, a one-time hotshot city cop with a big buck lifestyle that belied his policeman's salary. He always came on like a likable guy, but Marshall never really trusted him. Come to think of it, he didn't like him that much either. Too much teeth showing for no reason.

The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion.

Here lies a toppled god. His fall was not a small one. We did but build his pedestal, A narrow and a tall one.

A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind.

Some lies are easier to believe than the truth.

you've heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap. there's an animal kind of trick. a human would remain in the trap endure the pain feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.

If you put away those who report accurately, you'll keep only those who know what you want to hear. I can think of nothing more poisonous than to rot in the stink of your own reflections.

Politics: the art of appearing candid and completely open while concealing as much as possible.

He realized suddenly that it was one thing to see the past occupying the present, but the true test of prescience was to see the past in the future. Things persisted in not being what they seemed.

I never could bring myself to trust a traitor," the Baron said. "Not even a traitor I created.

We accept too damned many things on the explanations of people who could have good reasons for lying.

Prisons are needed only to provide the illusion that courts and police are effective.

They who learn the lesson of self-deception too well shall perish by that deception.

Mercy is a chimera.