Quotes About Deception

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Of course there are people who think they never lie, but it is not so—and this ignorance is one of the very things that shame our so-called civilization. Everybody lies—every day; every hour; awake; asleep; in his dreams; in his joy; in his mourning; if he keeps his tongue still, his hands, his feet, his eyes, his attitude, will convey deception—and purposely. Even in sermons—but that is a platitude.

The principal difference between a cat and a lie is that the cat has only nine lives.

No fact is more firmly established than that lying is a necessity of our circumstances--the deduction that it is then a Virtue goes without saying.

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't. Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.

None of us could _live_ with an habitual truth-teller; but thank goodness none of us has to.

Everybody lies--every day; every hour; awake; asleep; in his dreams; in his joy; in his mourning; if he keeps his tongue still, his hands, his feet, his eyes, his attitude, will convey deception--and purposely. Even in sermons--but that is a platitude.

You lied to the undertaker, and said your health was failing--a wholly commendable lie, since it cost you nothing and pleased the other man.

Among other common lies, we have the _silent_ lie--the deception which one conveys by simply keeping still and concealing the truth.

It's a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope.

Lude would never feel how 'empty hallways long past midnight' could slice inside of you, though I'm not so sure he wasn't sliced up just the same. Not seeing the rip doesn't mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I'm-Bleeding part.

And if one day you find yourself passing by that house, don't stop, don't slow down, just keep going. There's nothing there. Beware.

W]henever we heard an unflattering portrait of our own side our first question to ourselves was not "Is this true?" but "What are they trying to hide about themselves by accusing us of this?" Once this mental defense system had been perfected, few criticisms could hit home.

Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

Like most misery, it started out with apparent happiness. - The Book Thief

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.

Papa!" she whispered. "I have no eyes!" He patted the girl's hair. She'd fallen into his trap. "With a smile like that," Hans Hubermann said, "you don't need eyes.

But you'll come and get me if he wakes up, won't you? Just make something up. Scream out like I've done something wrong. Start swearing at me. Everyone will believe it, don't worry.

She couldn't ever see how broken he was, while the rest of us stood and watched them. She was in jeans, bare feet and T-shirt, and maybe that's what finished us off. She looked just like a Dunbar boy. With that haircut she was one of us.

Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.

You know,' she begins, 'you fellas ought to be looking after each other.' Her comment makes me realise that through the lies, the greatest irony is that we are looking out for each other. It's just that in the end, we're letting her down. That's what injures us.

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How's yours?" inquires Marv soon after. "Or more to the point, what is it?" "Eggs and cheese and something." "Do you even like eggs?" "No." "Then why'd you get it?" "Well, it didn't look like eggs when it was on that other guy's plate." "Fair enough. You want some of mine?