Quotes About Deception

Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.

You can fool people some of the time, but you can't fool them all of the time.

We live in a culture that has a real hard time distinguishing fiction from reality. Even when they're told something is fiction.

[F]alsehood of the tongue leads to that of the heart, and in time depraves all its good dispositions.

Time is making fools of us again.

Now listen. You can't fool all the people all the time-- but I want you to try.

Every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.

To how many blockheads of my time has a cold and taciturn demeanor procured the credit of prudence and capacity!

Any euphemism ceases to be euphemistic after a time and the true meaning begins to show through. It's a losing game, but we keep on trying.

I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat." -pg.170-

I hate a liar. Maybe because I'm such a good one myself, heh? Anyway, to find someone has told an out and out lie puts him on the other side of the fence from me for all time.

If I am able to determine the enemy's dispositions while at the same time I conceal my own, then I can concentrate and he must divide.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

He promised his lover a great deal, while all the time he was coldly planning one of the cruelest crimes I've ever written about.

Loyalty, usually an admirable trait, is not always a good thing—not when it is blind and when the object of that loyalty is undeserving.

Perhaps robbing someone of his or her story is the greatest betrayal of all.

Marriage founded upon deception can never lead to happiness.

Charm is like tinsel without the tree. What's tinsel without the tree? Shredded tinfoil. I

As with many marriages, hers was based on essential misconceptions. In her case she had been misled into thinking Peter was reliable, perhaps because he was very careful always to put cedar shoe trees into his shoes and because he always wore the same cologne, a bay rum that could be had only from a shop in a London arcade. It turned out that he was not reliable, just finicky about small personal things like that. He still used a shaving brush and a straight razor.

who had taken a violent fancy to me, mistaking me for something vastly better than I was.

Let your eyes be blind to all external attractions, your ears deaf to all the fascinations of flattery and light discourse.—These are nothing—and worse than nothing—snares and wiles of the tempter, to lure the thoughtless to their own destruction.

Its easily done, replied he, with a faint smile, bordering on a sneer: to abuse your friend and knock him on the head, without any assignable cause, and then tell him the deed was not quite correct, but it's no matter whether he pardons it or not.

To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is, doubtless, the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of life to the young and thoughtless traveller, or to cover them with branches and flowers?

A drinker does not exist. Whatever they say, it is just the drink talking