Quotes About Deception

The diffeence between a fake death and a real one is slim. Mara

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

I was thinking how you can't tell if a person's beautiful or not by her shadow...

Charlotte wondered if she would have recognized the crazy much earlier if he looked more like Steve Buscemi then Mr. Medieval Hotness.

Pobrecita niña. ¿Tu padre te mintió cuando eras un retoño de bruja? ¿Te aseguró que tenías un buen corazón y que, si querías cuando crecieras podrías llegar a ser tan buena, estúpida y aburrida como él.

1 Pardon this highly unusual footnote, but I must break the Narrator's "fourth wall" to explain that this story will be "tricksy" in more than one way. Kitty Cheshire does not like being narrated. She seems to be aware of my watching her, and she resists. At times her thoughts and feelings squirm away from my inspection. I shall do my best, however, to narrate a completely true story about Ever After's most elusive character.

Martin of Sheffield, Age Twenty-Nine He kissed her like she knew she was meant to be kissed. He smelled of gardens, tricked her brain into believing she was irresistible, and made the idea of falling in love seem possible again. But really he was an actor posing as a gardener, who posed as a gentleman during balls in an Austenland estate where she'd gone to find out if she could let her fantasy of Mr. Darcy die at last. Seriously. Also, he turned out to be a jackass.

Daring Charming was facing her down. "It's no use, Cerise Hood," said Daring. "I am a Charming—brave, cunning, athletic—" Cerise faked left and dribbled right around him, driving toward the royals' end of the court.

Now she had to pretend not to love the man she was pretending to love while pretending she wasn't sleeping with him.

Today's society has decided it's better to assume, deceive or lie to ourselves to spare our own feelings. When accepted the truth will set us free. Anything aside from that will torment us. Feelings are made from thoughts; thoughts can be controled. We fall in love because we THINK about how wonderful someone is; we hate because we can't stop THINKING about what they did to us. In the end, WE control our own thoughts and feelings.

We are supposed to write the truth, for no one to see but ourselves. But how easily that truth can be twisted. Bend a little here, omit a little there, make yourself into the person you wish you were instead of the person you are. How easy to cut the truth away, to throw it in a fire, open your eyes, and have the whole world remember nothing of who you are. Nothing of what you've done. When you will not remember who you are or what you've done.

Truth can look so flimsy and feeble sometimes. It's one of the things I hold against it.

Should she pretend to like it, when she really did, all while pretending that she didn't?

But who can find the truth in Canaan? Janis doesn't tell it, the Learning Room doesn't teach it. My father has twisted it, Mother half forgotten it, and the Forgetting is the thief that steals it.

Surely there was not another soul in England that could delude themselves like I could.

The killer could have sent it, so it looked like she was alive.

She's trollin' for a breadwinner and uses a short skirt for bait.

You erred in hiding yourself from yourself," Lute said sternly. "That is never wise. Misdirecting an enemy is merely self-defense.

I feel that ignorant love gave me a life. But from within my illusion of him I could not see him, or know him.

If you've ever been treated like a goddess, I'll tell you, it messes with your judgment. You forget, if you ever knew it to begin with, that lots of goddesses end up sacrificed on some altar or other.

Snyder who had made Jane cry by hiding her favorite plastic horse and telling herthat it had died in the night. That was Snyder to a tee, senselessly mean in very little ways. I say it was a senseless meanness because being mean didn't make him any happier. If you're going to hide a plastic horse and tell its owner it's dead, you should at least get some pleasure from it. Otherwise what are you doing? That was my enduring question—what was he doing?

It is very easy to shun someone who is deliberately cruel, and everyone loathes a man who is brutal and vicious. Such people have a hard time winning followers. But an individual who is gracious, who is attractive, who smiles and flatters and praises - that is a person who can lead whole nations to disaster. Who would not want to follow such a man or woman? Everyone is drawn to beauty and wit.

Why had the counterfeit timbre of his voice rung true to me? What had prompted me to believe a man who spent most of his life dissembling? Why had I, usually so suspicious, become so credulous and simpleminded in his presence? Was it just that I had wanted to hear someone tell me he loved me? Was it just that the words he spoke, the vows he swore, were so freighted with sweetness that they would have seemed true no matter who spoke them?

Women can fake an orgasm, but men can fake an entire relationship.