Quotes About Deception

Megan Whalen Turner

Treachery, said the Mede. Diplomacy, said Attolia, in my own name.

You are wary of treachery? More wary of stupidity.

Perhaps you can bring out better in them? Eugenides shook his head. I pulled the carpet out from under them very thoroughly. They will not cross me, but they won't love me, either. I am not Eddis. People do not hand me their hearts. Sounis wondered. He would have given Eugenides his heart on a toothpick, if asked. He remembered Ion's obvious wince at being rated somewhat less significant to Gen than his boots.

I sometimes believe his lies are the truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie. If he needs me to believe him, he has his own way of showing his veracity.

He looked at their shabby clothes in puzzlement. "We were traveling anonymously for safety—" explained the magus. "But surely—" "—and then we were robbed on the road." "Ah," said the king, "the danger in being anonymous.

A liar thinks everyone else lies? ... A thief thinks everyone else is stealing from him? ... A philanderer thinks everyone else is philandering.

The Attolians liked to point out with a snicker that there was no sign anywhere of the king's hand at work.

Your Majesty! Hilarion was close to begging. Everyone is waiting. Tell them I died. Your Majesty... Died, Hilarion. In the night, peacefully. Why would I do that? Because then you could all go away and leave me alone.

Lying is just letting people believe what they want to be true.

The Attolian king obviously had a deep well of spite and I would've appreciated his low cunning more if I hadn't thought the Attolian was about to wring my neck.

The only beautiful thing in the whole country was the queen, and she had sold herself into a marriage with the Eddisian Thief, the very one whose hand she had cut off. There was a match made in hell.

A church that can no longer distinguish the truth from a lie no longer believes that its own message is true.

I have acute pancreatitis. I thought it was just average looking.

The audience comes to the theatre set to believe the story. The actor comes to the theatre to help tell the story, not by tricking himself into believing things he knows aren't true, but by applying the tools he has developed to create an illusion.

I meant does it hurt when you hide every last shred of your individuality and self worth behind acres of silk and cups of powder and smiles that never, no matter how hard you try, reach your eyes?

It wasn't a lie, not at all like one of those lies she told herself all the time, like This is the last drink of the evening, or I'm not going to set the bitch's house on fire.

you're the liar - Mimi Force

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Villains don't have friends, and neither do their children. Not when you get right down to it.

Don't touch me. Don't tell me how beautiful my eyes are, how soft my hair is, how you love to hear my voice. Don't. Don't pretend you are falling in love with me. I know you are lying, and every word you say hurts even more. Let us just be friends, if we can start there. Can't we? Can't we at least be friends? Get to know each other a little? Before the wedding, and the bedding, when I will have to take you as my lord and husband?

Now tell me the truth, he said. Why are you doing this? She cringe from him. I told you why. I know you still love me. He smiled. I can see it in your face. Mimi sneered. We are with Lucifer now; we have always been false. I don't believe it for one second, Kingsley whispered, looking into her eyes tenderly.

You think you're too good for me, don't you, National Scholar. But you're just a mail-order bride and that's all you are. I can't believe my brother hasn't seen through you. You should have been long gone by now.

Wait, Duncan is Lucifer? As in the mayor of New York City? Schuyler felt like she'd been hit over the head. Her ears rang loudly. Evil and politics really go hand in hand, don't they?