Quotes About Deception

Ah, love. That's what the world has lost. There's no more love, only the illusion of it.

As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep.

I love card games, and I've always loved board games and stuff like that as a kid, and I think it's that part of your brain that's engaged in con movies. It's like this 'Who's outsmarting whom?'

But don't we often lie to people we love, or not tell them things, precisely because we love them?

He lies right at you, you know you hate this game. He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain.

love is the biggest con of all

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.

False love is only blinder.

Beauty is a luster which love bestows to guile the eye. Therefore it may be said that only when the brain is without love will the eye look and see no beauty.

Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye I think I love you

Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.

Isn't Hollywood - and I love movies - a lot of it about a big lie?

You can easily tell if a person is lying and cheating on you if they say, I love you. I would never lie to you or cheat on you.

Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature.

We want to destroy each other by making the other fall in love with us.

Falling in love with love Is falling for make-believe.

Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.

Love is an artful arrangement of artless pretensions, whereby we labor to appear innocent in what we desire to be most cunning.

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

She didn't love me that much, but she moved in with me. That's a plus. And then one night, I caught her making out with another dude on the driveway. That's a minus.

She can't help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I'm not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

When she lives at his palace, the maiden niece of a bishop can pass for a respectable woman because, if she has a love affair, she is obliged to hoodwink her uncle.