Quotes About Deception

Cuando a los grandes de este mundo les da por amaros, es que van a convertiros en carne de cañón

Life, the true mistress of all real men—would have tricked me as it tricks everyone else. We

Malo je bi?a kojima posle dvadeset godina ostane nešto od spontane nežnosti kao u životinja. Svet nije ono što smo mislili da je! To je sve! I zato menjamo lik! I te kako! Prevareni smo! I postaneš gad dok si rekao britva! Eto šta mi nosimo na licu pošto prevalimo dvadesetu. Grešku! Lice nam je sušta greška!

Truth is inedible. Nowadays

allemaal hetzelfde, waar je ook komt! welk regime ook, welke filosofie, sekte, kleur!... elk excuus is goed!... ze stormen toe, in zwermen! en dan is't te laat!... dan vreten ze je op!

The mania for telling lies and believing them is as contagious as the itch.

Os lo aseguro, buenas y pobres gentes, gilipollas, infelices, baqueteados por la vida, desollados, siempre empapados en sudor, os aviso, cuando a los grandes de este mundo les da por amaros, es que van a convertiros en carne de cañón... Es la señal... Infalible.

She was the girl with her finger in the dike," she said. "Little did anyone know that when she removed it, all hell was going to break loose.

Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn't see him." " 'Cause you hadn't convinced her to let you keep him yet," Mark said reasonably. "Did you leave the cats to keep him company?" "Yes," Augusta said. "And did they become best friends?" Maripat asked, happily sensing the end of the story. "No," Augusta said, knowing she was in too deep. "He ate them.

I've learned the hard way," she said, holding Jonathan's letter, "that people aren't always what they seem to be at first." "But sometimes they are," Sam said.

complicated women— fearful at heart but evil in deed.

EVERYONE THOUGHT QUINN was watching Meet the Press with Grandma, even Grandma. Lying on the sofa, covered with an afghan, Quinn had simply rolled off and stuffed pillows under the covers while Grandma stared at the screen. Then she had sidled upstairs, out her bedroom window, and down the oak tree growing right by the house.

As Dr. Robert Hare stated on page one of Without Conscience, "Everybody has met these people, been deceived and manipulated by them, and forced to live with or repair the damage they have wrought. These often charming—but always deadly—individuals have a clinical name: psychopaths. Their hallmark is a stunning lack of conscience; their game is self-gratification at the other person's expense. Many spend time in prison, but many do not. All take far more than they give.

You're being naive," her mother said. "You'd rather believe in a cursed painting than see the truth. Your boyfriend killed his wife.

T]ruth is considered profane, and only illusion is sacred

Theology is a] web of contradictions and delusions.

We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It's no matter that this dye doesn't fool you. My lady, you don't dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.

ieri, pare che faceste all'altalena, e su, e giù, e io nel mezzo ad aggiustarmi e ad aggiustarvi a punto. Ah! avete creduto di giocarvi me, la mia vita? Avete fallito il colpo, cari miei! Io ho giocato voi.

E eu devia ser louco de verdade, se esperava que uma boneca como aquela enlouquecesse juntamente comigo, assim por nada.

Ah che tentazione di prenderle il viso tra le mani per costringerla a guardare nell'abisso di due occhi ben altri da quelli da cui voleva essere guardata!

Ma che finzione! Realtà, realtà, signori! Realtà!

Niente ci vuole a far la pazza, creda a me! Gliel'insegno io come si fa. Basta che Lei si metta a gridare in faccia a tutti la verità. Nessuno ci crede, e tutti la prendono per pazza!

Yet everything that may be imagined of us is really possible, even though it may not be true for us. True for us? Others laugh. It is true for them. So true is it, understand, that if you do not hold fast to that reality which is bestowed upon you as your own, they are in a position to bring you to realize that the reality which they confer upon you is truer than any of your own.

The faculty of deluding one's self that today's reality is the only true one, if on the one hand it affords us a support, on the other hand hurls us into a bottomless void, for the reason that today's reality is destined to discover itself an illusion tomorrow. And life knows no conclusion. It cannot know any. If tomorrow there were to be a conclusion, all would be over.