Quotes About Deception

Under normal circumstances the liar is defeated by reality, for which there is no substitute; no matter how large the tissue of falsehood that an experienced liar has to offer, it will never be large enough, even if he enlists the help of computers, to cover the immensity of factuality.

If everybody always lies to you, the consequence is not that you believe the lies, but rather that nobody believes anything any longer.

Schuld door associatie' is een eenvoudige, maar vernuftige kunstgreep. Het gevolg ervan is dat, zodra iemand aangeklaagd wordt, zijn vroegere vrienden onmiddellijk zijn bitterste vijanden worden.; om hun eigen vel te redden, geven ze vrijwillig informatie en komen ze plots met aantijgingen op de proppen, om de niet bestaande bewijslast tegen de betrokkene te verzwaren; alleen op die manier kunnen ze hun eigen betrouwbaarheid bewijzen.

Le mensonge est plus fort que la vérité, car il comble l'attente.

fascination in the possibility that gigantic lies and monstrous falsehoods can eventually be established as unquestioned facts, that man may be free to change his own past at will, and that the difference between truth and falsehood may cease to be objective and become a mere matter of power and cleverness, of pressure and infinite repetition. Not Stalin's and Hitler's

Is that what you wanted to hear? No. The man reached over, took hold of the lantern and blew it out. Night enveloped the barn. Well, he said at last to the darkness between them, that's when you know it's the truth.

Is that what you wanted to hear?" "No." The man reached over, took hold of the lantern, and blew it out. Night enveloped the barn. "Well," he said at last to the darkness between them, "that's when you know it's the truth.

Concern trolling is when someone appears to be concerned for your health or welfare, but only until they can catch you with your guard down so they can go after you about your weight, size, or whatever they presume is true about your fitness levels and general health.

the earth is not a fresh-air resort and the idyllic prospectuses of the earth tell lies.

No one would allow that he could not see these much-admired clothes; because, in doing so, he would have declared himself either a simpleton or unfit of his office.

he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In

At his next visit he fancied he must have got into a narrow needlecase, full of sharp needles: "Oh," thought he, "this must be the heart of an old maid;" but such was not the fact;

Yet still they flew on and on, higher and higher, till at last the mirror trembled so fearfully that it slipped from their hands and fell to the earth, shivered into hundreds of millions and billions of bits. And then it did more harm than ever. Some of these bits were not as big as a grain of sand and these flew about, all over the world, getting into people's eyes. And once in, they stuck there and distorted everything they looked at or made them see everything that was amiss.

But he hasn't got anything on! the whole town cried out at last.

Bien des gens reçurent de cette funeste poussière dans l'Å"il. Une fois là, elle y restait, et les gens voyaient tout en mal, tout en laid, et tout à l'envers.

The truth may be better than lies... But it doesn't always set you free.

I kept hearing that better to have loved and lost bullshit. Another falsehood. Trust me, it is not better. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down

I said everyone looks happy. That was kinda my point. If you judge the world by Facebook, you wonder why so many people take Prozac.

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like urinal cake.

She looks really happy. Everyone looks happy on Facebook. I know, right? What's up with that?

Todavía oigo aquella sandez del «mejor haber amado y haber perdido». Otra mentira más. Créanme si les digo que no es mejor. Que no me enseñen el paraíso para cerrarlo después.

They're politicians,' Win said. 'They'd lie and evade if you asked them what they had for breakfast.

But if Frank had wanted Pavel dead, he would have had Aaron do it. Pavel had been murdered between midnight and one. Aaron was dead by midnight. Myron mulled this over a bit and decided that Aaron's being dead made it extremely unlikely he was the killer.

Secrets...were cancers. Secrets festered. Secrets ate away at your innards, leaving behind nothing but a flimsy husk.