Quotes About Deception

Yes, I was surprised about her myself. I had always considered her to be proper enough, if somewhat light-headed. It shows how one can be deceived." "Because she was killed?" Caroline said with a lift of amazement in her voice. "Precisely.

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius

The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.

People swindle themselves out of Salvation with great regularity.

even if you make them, they'll turn on you, rob you, betray you, and take off with someone else.

There's an old story," he said, "about a saint who once said, 'Even when the Prince of Darkness takes the form of an angel of light, you'll know him by his reptilian tail.

So that's how we go on acting dramas in our theater of the mind even when we don't believe anymore in the audience or the director or the play.

I guess we don't know what's real or unreal,' she had said without meaning to. 'You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous.

Speak to me of the dark gifts. I use them. I'm gentleman death in silk and lace, come to put out the candle.

with no tribute whatsoever to the human habit of disguising the stare.

You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous." She had in fact turned away from him to stare at the bowl of flowers in the middle of the table. Old tea roses, falling to pieces amid the baby's breath and fern and purple zinnias. And they did look absolutely alien, these things, the way that insects always do, and sort of horrible! What were these things, really?

You remember what I told you," she said as he approached the hook where she had placed his coat. "You move slowly, you do not really move like a woman, for if you moved so fast and so much as a woman, the illusion would be broken, the illusion is a complete lie. You move more slowly than a human creature, and you keep your arms close to your body.

You think I'm a doll, don't you? You think I'm cute and made of poured wax and you'll stay as long as I stay.

Revenge is a lure, a mighty molten lure, even if it is hopeless!

Tell me why evil people are so stupid? Why are so many of them just plain stupid?

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming to sack its riches.

It was a lie to give him over to the daylight, to companionship other than my own.

How could anyone ever trust Cary Grant, I wondered—a man who looked as though he were made entirely of wood?

He appeared to be listening, but he said nothing. His youthful face was deceiving, but his violet eyes were truly wonderful.

What a simple trusting being she was, with her eyes and mouth happily painted, and cheeks rouged, her breasts thrust forward and held in place by tight straps beneath her black silk dress.

I could betray her utterly were she to allow. Or I might only take from her some mercy, and leave her finally with a mystery which she would never understand.

I saw myself in her gaze, a hooded being of burnt black sticks for a neck and wrists with gloves for hands and a floating leather mask for a face.