Quotes About Deception

What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say That you've never felt this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you

I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he'd see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything I'd ever done...I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn't. There is none.

I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he'd see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything I'd ever done...I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn't. There is none.

I thought you'd say it might be a trap.' 'It might be trap,' he said. 'It doesn't feel like a trap.' 'Well it wouldn't, would it? Not if it was a good trap.

Even Cynthia had to remember she was playing deaf and stop herself from crying out.

Then, beaming at Tom and Caul, he topped up their glasses with more wine to wash down the pack of half-truths and outright lies he'd fed them

It was bigger than he remembered, and much uglier. Strange, how when he lived there he had believed everything the Goggle-screens told him about the city's elegant lines, its perfect beauty. Now he saw that it was ugly; no better than any other town, just bigger; a stormfront of smoke and belching chimneys, a wave of darkness rolling towards the mountains with the white villas of High London surfing on its crest like some delicate ship. It didn't look like home.

Everything was ruined! Pennyroyal didn't just know what she'd done, he'd written a book about it! There were paintings! Even if Pennyroyal had twisted the facts, the truth was still there, in black and white on the pages of his book. Hester Shaw had sold Anchorage to the Huntsmen. And when Tom found out …

The one thing worse than an enemy is a friend turned false.

That's the trouble with a story spinner. You never know what's real and what's made up. Even when they are telling the truth, they can't stop themselves from spinning it into something better; something prettier, with more of a pattern to it.

what proof is there that dupery through hope is so much worse than dupery through fear?

Jane," I said quietly. She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer. "Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying." "If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out.

But we're left stunted, compromised, by the burden of having to always lie and censor ourselves.

Sie war nicht schön, sie war schlimmer als das. (Doktor Véron über Mata Hari)

The body will fail you, the mind will deceive you, but the spirit is the true essence of the Individual.

The whole thing seems absurdly easy - so easy that you ought to smell a rat.

The Communists offer them another kind of revolution, glittering and seductive in its superficial appeal.

Whether you are in a street fight or confronting an invading army, appear weak when you are strong and strong when you are weak.

Truth is always strong, no matter how weak it looks, and falsehood is always weak, no matter how strong it looks.

Each betrayal begins with trust

The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access; doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.

how one lie leads to another and before you know it, your whole life can be a lie.

Since we came to this world we only heard lies. But it's the lies that make it interesting. The truth would devastate us

Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny.