Quotes About Deception

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!

Ines had seen too many girls in her shop heartbroken because they'd fallen in love with men who did not love them back. She'd seen a number of babies born as well due to men's lies about love and women's willingness to believe them.

She opened her mouth, clamped it shut again. This was new, this sudden favor shown Gloucester, had been brought back with him from Burgundy like some malevolent foreign pox.

I suppose I should just be thankful that since you are so much given to treachery, you're so reassuringly inept at it.

And if Harry spun webs to make a spider proud, Eleanor could entangle archangels in her snares.

The air of innocence remained, still begging corruption.

You and I are ancient history, and nothing will change the fact you turned out to be an asshat whose best talent lies between the sheets.

So I had decided to do it the easy way. Make them believe he was insane and the scales would fall from their eyes; they would 'understand'; the fear, the hate would be gone, evaporated. "So thats it," they would say; "he's crazy. I knew it all along." They might even begin to pity and sympathize. Good old Hollywood Christianity: God's gift to the Defense.

That was what bothered him most: the fact that she seemed to encourage his advances, and even granted him certain liberties, up to the point at which she turned on him with violence or laughter. He did not know which was worse, the chuckling or the blows; there was something terribly unmanly about being on the receiving end of either. But he looked forward to a time when he could repay her, could laugh at her or strike her as he saw fit. Thus marriage was already in his mind. Next

Love has failed us. We are essentially, irrevocably alone. Anything that seems to combat that loneliness is a trap-Love is a trap:

One consequence of the pursuit of an expansive power imaginary is the blurring of the lines separating reality from fancy and truth telling from self-deception and lying. In its imaginary, power is not so much justified as sanctified, excused by the lofty ends it proclaims, ends that commonly are antithetical to the power legitimated by the constitutional imaginary.

Self-government is, literally, deformed by lying; it cannot function when those in office assume as a matter of course that, when necessary or advantageous, they can mislead the citizenry.

McCarthy was remarkable for a simple but matchless talent: he lied endlessly and spectacularly. No matter how often the lies were brought to light, he plunged on, exposing one after another alleged spy, traitor, red, or pinko, and in the process recklessly damaging or ending careers.

Lying is more than deception; the liar wants the unreal to be accepted as actuality, so he sets about to establish as true what is not actually the case, not really real. A lie by a public authority is meant to be accepted by the public as an "official" truth concerning the "real world." At bottom, lying is the expression of a will to power. My power is increased if you accept "a picture of the world which is a product of my will.

The perception is always more important than the truth.

We Indians really should be better liars, considering how often we've been lied to.

That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card trick and just like a mirror and just like the disappearing. Every Indian learns how to be a magician and learns how to misdirect attention and the dark hand is always quicker than the white eye and no matter how close you get to my heart you will never find out my secrets and I'll never tell you and I'll never show you the same trick twice. I'm traveling heavy with illusions.

Sometimes it's called passing out and sometimes it's just pretending to be asleep

How can you tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys when they say the same things?

Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad. Lies rot and stink up the joint.

Of course, you can't lie forever. Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad. Lies rot and stink up the joint.