Quotes About Deception

Whoever understands the game of life can no longer fool himself, but if you cannot fool yourself, you can no longer derive any pleasure or enjoyment from life. And so it goes, my work is full of compassion, bitter compassion for all those who fool themselves. But this compassion cannot help but be followed by ferocious derision of a destiny that condemns man to deception. And this succinctly is the reason for the bitterness of my art, and also my life.

For every hundred-dollar cock in Candy's cunt, Candy needs a two-hundred-dollar jab in the arm. And I'm Prince Pimp, welcome to the show. I would vomit up my life if I could.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

Personally, I felt no urge to hook up with James. He was handsome enough, or whatever, but he reminded me of margarine. Sneakers that were still stiff from the store. Maybe a roll of thick, bleached paper towels.

Something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. Before that, it is something real.

once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.

Austin's 'entire disappointment' in the marriage, and his entrapment, as a fly caught in a spider's web.

The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing...

In fact, it seemed to me that every single item on the news – concerning economic doom and political hypocrisy and social breakdown – was not "news" at all. What I could hear was just a series of utterly transparent ploys to frighten and alarm the listeners – and frighten them, moreover, about the wrong things. The

Her wonderful, sweet, perfect, fairy-tale romance had turned out to have a twist. Prince Charming was a bloodsucker.

You horrible, horrible man! Lisa yelled. How could you even show your face here, you bounder? Christiana snapped. You vile debaucher of innocents, Lisa added. She loved you, you cad! You've broken her heart! You should be shot for toying with her that way!

A writer's promise is like a tiger's smile

Shattered Glass By Jerry Rosen

We waste our lives in half truths and nonsense. We waste them.

Patients are often unaware of how they view the world, and sometimes may even think they possess a certain kind of religion when they actually are possessed by a far different kind.

Some basically unloving parents, in an attempt to cover up their lack of caring, make frequent professions of love to their children, repetitively and mechanically telling them how much they are valued, but not devoting significant time of high quality to them. Their children are never totally deceived by such hollow words. Consciously they may cling to them, wanting to believe that they are loved, but unconsciously they know that their parents' words do not match up with their deeds.

There is no glory in honesty if it is destructive. And no shame in dishonesty if its goal is to offer grace.

We see what we want to see when we look at someone. Like a diamond before it has been cut. We can guess at its brilliance but can't see the faults until the stone has been cut and polished. Only then can we glimpse inside and see the occlusions and the clarity. 

Capitu, apesar daqueles olhos que o Diabo lhe deu... Você já reparou nos olhos dela? São assim de cigana oblíqua e dissimulada.

em tempo de guerra, mentira como terra.

Creiam-me, o menos mau é recordar; ninguém se fie da felicidade presente; há nela uma gota da baba de Caim. Corrido o tempo e cessado o espasmo, então sim, então talvez se pode gozar deveras, porque entre uma e outra dessas duas ilusões, melhor é a que se gosta sem doer.

Quantas intenções viciosas há assim que embarcam, a meio caminho, numa frase inocente e pura! Chega a fazer suspeitar que a mentira é, muita vez, tão involuntária como a transpiração.

Se, como penso, Capitu não disse a verdade, força é reconhecer que não podia dizê-la, e a mentira é dessas criadas que se dão pressa em responder às visitas que a senhora saiu, quando a senhora não quer falar a ninguém. Há nessa cumplicidade um gosto particular; o pecado em comum iguala por instantes a condição das pessoas, não contando o prazer que dá a cara das visitas enganadas, e as costas com que elas descem...

Capitu, apesar daqueles olhos que o diabo lhe deu... Você já reparou nos olhos dela? São assim de cigana oblíqua e dissimulada. Pois apesar deles, poderia passar, se não fosse a vaidade e a adulação. Oh! A adulação!