Quotes About Deception

You know what a liar I am, don't you?" I asked her. "You know how wicked I have been. And you play my game with me, don't you, my Sovereign?

I always understood you. I've always understood Goblin. Are you going to betray all that now?

It's a lie that I hold him high in my affections. My life is full of such lies.

I am apt to think she was too artful to rail at me, but rather pretended to have a kindness for me, and like Iago gave, as she saw occasion, wounds in the dark.

I go out an honest man, but you stay in a rogue.

She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.

You can dress a pig up in satin and lace and its still a pig. Francis smiled hazily. Are you calling my intended a pig, Charles? Charles raised a dark eyebrow. Intended what, Francis? You surely cant be having respectable inclinations towards this girl. The bullet hit your arm, not your head.

He should have known someone like Lucien de Malheur would offer no loyalty, no male solidarity.

I will give you a little hint," Emma said with a wry smile. "A whore's trick, but a good one. It's a part that you're playing, like a grand actress on the stage. It isn't you. It has nothing to do with you. You're simply using your body in service to something necessary. You can smile and flirt and dance and pretend you're someone entirely different, and it won't matter. You, the real you, will still be safe inside.

This man was truly like a scorpion, a poisonous sting when one least expected it.

Betrayal was the name of the game—to get what he'd have, to use every weapon in his arsenal

She was playing with fire. He could talk a nun into an orgy.

Emma took a step back, surveying her. "So you're going into society on Rohan's arm tonight. What will you wear?" "I hadn't thought about it," she lied, pushing her loose hair away from her face. "I must have something left from my season." "Jesus God," Emma muttered. "We've got our work cut out for us." And suddenly she raised her voice. "Girls! We have a project!

He pushed away from the door, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked like the devil, he thought with a trace of wry amusement. And dear, sweet, murderous Emma was a Botticelli angel, ripe for debauching.

Leave her alone, Killoran. I promised her you meant no ill will. And did she believe you? Not for a moment. Killoran looked back at her. Wise girl, he murmured. But for now, she's safe. I promise to keep my marauding hands off her fair young body. For the time being.

Is Jensen really your name? she asked when he sat down again, closing the knife and tucking it back into his pocket. Does it matter? I've used any number of names. Jensen, Davidson, Wilson, Madsen. In other words your mother didn't know who your father was.

mother into leaving twelve and a half million dollars to the Foundation of Being. And not a damned thing to the only child she'd ever had. Ten years ago Rachel might

Beware against the sweet person, for sugar has no nutrition.'

In my country they have proverb: 'Beware against the sweet person, for sugar has no nutrition.' " This was intriguing. Kate said, "Well, in my country they say that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

This is what families do for each other—hide a few uncomfortable truths, allow a few self-deceptions. Little kindnesses." "And little cruelties," he said.

that was what happened when you were thinking of someone: every random stranger seemed to be that someone at first glance.

So, this is how it works," she said. "This is what families do for each other—hide a few uncomfortable truths, allow a few self-deceptions. Little kindnesses." "And little cruelties," he said. "And little cruelties," she agreed, and she swung his hand between them. He

didn't paintings lie also? They showed hours instead of minutes.

Oh, weren't human beings self-deluding!