Quotes About Deception

No matter how elaborate its charade, she recognized loneliness when she saw it.

In the next room Baby Kochamma heard the noise and came to find out what it was all about. She saw Grief and Trouble ahead, and secretly, in her heart of hearts, she rejoiced.

Pigs are horses. Girls are boys. War is peace.

Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.

Later, looking back on the day, Ammu realised that the slightly feverish glitter in her bridegroom's eyes had not been love, or even excitement at the prospect of carnal bliss, but approximately eight large pegs of whisky. Straight. Neat.

Iba por el mundo como un camaleón. Nunca mostraba su verdadero ser, y se las arreglaba para que no se notara. Siempre salía ileso del caos.

In her growing years, Ammu had watched her father weave his hideous web. He was charming and urbane with visitors...He donated money to orphanages and leprosy clinics. He worked hard on his public profile as a sophisticated, generous, moral man. But alone with his wife and children he turned into a monstrous, suspicious bully, with a steak of vicious cunning. They were beaten, humiliated, and then made to suffer the envy of friends and relations for having such a wonderful husband and father.

No matter how elaborate its charade, she recognised loneliness when she saw it.

human beings commonly imagine patterns (whether good or bad) where really there are none.

It is impossible to be angry for very long with a man who wears a wig.

The rest of us learned the simple lesson - invaluable in a bureaucratic society - that there is no moral or practical obligation to tell the truth when filling in forms.

I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic

Rather than the idyllic picture created by false nostalgia, the fifties were really straight white america's cooling-off period of "let's pretend we're happy and that this is the best of all possible worlds and we'll blow those nasty commies to hell if they dare to say otherwise.

Don't believe everything they tell you, boy. A watched pot does boil and sometimes you ken tell a book by its cover. Why, iffen there's a naked lady on it, then it ain't gonna show up in no Sunday school class, now is it?

Every trace of illusion was gone—it was nothing but smears of paint, and I quaked at the thought of having believed, and having made others believe, that a painted canvas could be anything but a painted canvas. The veil had fallen from my eyes, and it was just as impossible for me to paint any more as it was to become a child again.

Do you suppose that he would have spoken if he had been alive? And do you suppose that if any of the dead husbands came back they would be believed?

is this carnival, or ... reality?

DOCTOR. Exactly. One can make the insane believe anything, just because they are receptive to everything. LAURA.

I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.

I don't think it's any more deceptive than wearing four-inch come-fuck-me pumps when one has no intention of ever fucking anybody.

He looked and sounded exactly like a real psychiatrist. Until he opened his mouth. Let's ask God, he said.

Glen had a disability more disfiguring than a burn and more terrifying than cancer. Glen had been born on the day after Christmas. My parents just combine my birthday with Christmas, that's all, he explained. But we knew this was a lie. Glen's parents just wrapped a couple of his Christmas presents in birthday-themed wrapping paper, stuck some candles in a supermarket cake, and had a dinner of Christmas leftovers.

What I am certain of is that there's something wonky going on beneath the surface of what we call reality. Things are not as they appear. They are much, much more.

In a way, I am a psychological transsexual, always trying to pass for a normal person but being clocked every time.