Quotes About Deception

Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.

Man needs reality, and woman illusion. Man needs illusion, too, but the woman who gives him illusion also gives him less reality—in proportion.

The secret of my lies must be that which makes for good acting. I never plunge into a lie carelessly, without first telling myself: "How would I feel if this were true?

Because he was so critical, so severe, so suspicious of her, she became secretive and lying. She would never say what she really thought. She was afraid of him.

I don't know, but it is a me that is absolutely trusting, naif, child-like, and that me accepts all the stories, all the lies, all the treachery.

Yet my friend Natasha [Troubetskoia]† swears that Dostoevsky was a great liar and you could hardly find a Nastasia, an "idiot," or a Stavrogin in Russia.

Es fácil crear la ilusión del amor. El otro te ayuda.

I want the key, the key to the lies." "Passion and violence never opened a human being." "What opens human beings?" "Compassion.

Perfidious, infinitely desirable, drawing me to her as towards death.

Man seems powerless to face the truth or the relative truth stripped of all adornment.

Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress , my hairdresser, my make-up, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.

Además, dado que es inteligente, comprende que a aquellos que son como yo no se les puede seducir sin ilusión. Y él no puede molestarse en crear ilusiones.

Su papel en la vida la tiene absorbida. Sé muy bien por qué: su belleza le acarrea dramas y acontecimientos. Las ideas significan poco. Vi en ella una caricatura de personaje teatral y dramático. Disfraz, actitudes, forma de hablar. Es una actriz soberbia. Sólo eso. No he podido llegar a su interior.

Cabello rubio, tez pálida, demoníacas cejas angulares, una sonrisa cruel con un hoyuelo cautivador. Pérfida, infinitamente deseable, me atraía hacia ella como hacia la muerte.

That is why I always lie. I can't have a truthful relationship. Gore's idealization of me sets my pattern. I begin truthfully, but then I withhold what hurts him, what would destroy his illusion. I hide my psychoanalysis, my real age, my sexual needs, my past lovers and experience, my negro lover, and I give him his dream, his ideal woman. But where am I in the end?

What did I want? I wanted a life with you! And I get instead Radio City, the lights going up, "honey I love you," dancing all night, crap shooting, cellophane magic, chrome and black marble.

I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

On ne peut être à la fois sincère et le paraître.

She already loved me too much to see me as I was.

In a world in which everyone cheats, it's the honest man who passes for a charlatan.

Ayn? zamanda hem içten olmak, hem de öyle görünmek olas? deÄŸil.

Être aveugle pour se croire heureux. Croire qu'on y voit clair pour ne pas chercher à y voir puisque : L'on ne peut se voir que malheureux.

One wants to deceive people, and one is so much occupied with seeming, that one ends by not knowing what one really is.…

Nothing can make a face more impenetrable than the mask of kindliness.