Quotes About Deception

Któ? to ci powiedziaÅ', ?e nie ma ju? na Å›wiecie prawdziwej, wiernej, wiecznej miÅ'oÅ›ci? A niech?e wyrwÄ… temu kÅ'amcy jego plugawy jÄ™zyk!

Co ludzie mogÄ… podrzuci?? - Dziecko! - krzyknÄ…Å' ktoÅ› z sali. - Absolutnie sÅ'usznie - potwierdziÅ' konferansjer - dziecko, anonim, ulotkÄ™, maszynÄ™ piekielnÄ…, diabli wiedzÄ… co jeszcze, ale czterystu dolarów nigdy w ?yciu nikt nie podrzuci, takiego kretyna nie ma na Å›wiecie.

Ale nie, o nie! ??? kusiciele-mistycy, nie ma na Å›wiecie ?adnych karaibskich mórz i nie pÅ'ywajÄ… po nich odwa?ni do szaleÅ"stwa flibusterowie ani korweta nie rusza za nimi w poÅ›cig, nie Å›ciele siÄ™ ponad falami dym z dziaÅ'. Niczego takiego nie ma i nigdy nie byÅ'o!

Let me have a look.' Woland stretched out his hand palm uppermost. 'Unfortunately I cannot show it to you,' replied the master, 'because I burned it in my stove.' 'I'm sorry but I don't believe you,' said Woland. 'You can't have done. Manuscripts don't burn.

Unfortunately, I cannot do that,' replied the master, 'because I burned it in the stove.' 'Forgive me, but I don't believe you,' Woland replied, 'that cannot be: manuscripts don't burn.

Riuchin sapaÅ' ci??ko, czerwony byÅ' jak burak i myÅ›laÅ' tylko o jednym – ?e oto wyhodowaÅ' ?mijÄ™ na wÅ'asnym Å'onie, zajÄ…Å' siÄ™ serdecznie czÅ'owiekiem, który zdemaskowaÅ' siÄ™ jako podstÄ™pny wróg. A co najgorsze, Riuchin byÅ' teraz caÅ'kowicie bezradny – nie bÄ™dzie siÄ™ przecie? wykÅ'ócaÅ' z wariatem!

Well, how are they going to find you missing?' Koroviev soothed him, and some papers and ledgers turned up in his hands. 'By your medical records?' 'Yes . . .' Koroviev flung the medical records into the fireplace. 'No papers, no person,' Koroviev said with satisfaction.

Shvatite, jezik može sakriti istinu, ali o?i nikad!

this strange case, which smacked of obvious devilry, with an admixture of some hypnotic tricks and distinct criminality

I believe!" Margarita whispered solemnly. "I believe! Something will happen! It cannot fail, for why should I be punished with lifelong torment? I admit that I have lied and deceived and lived a secret life, hidden from others. But surely this does not deserve such cruel punishment. . . . Something is sure to happen. Nothing lasts forever. Besides, my dream was prophetic, I am certain it was. . .

Understand that the tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes—never!

But no, no! The seductive mystics are lying. There are no Caribbean Seas in the world, no reckless buccaneers are sailing them, and no corvettes are chasing them, no cannon smoke drifts low over the waves. There is nothing, and there never was! There is only a stunted linden tree out there, and iron fence, and the boulevard beyond it...And ice melting in the bowl, and someone's bovine bloodshot eyes at the next table, and fear, fear...Oh, gods, gods, poison, give me poison!... (67)

en güzel hislerimi alay edilmekten korkarak, içimin derinliklerinde saklad?m: Onlar da orada öldü. DoÄŸruyu söylüyordum, bana inanm?yorlard?: Aldatmaya baÅŸlad?m.

And how often is a deception of the senses or an error of the reason accepted as a conviction!...

how often is a deception of the senses or an error of the reason accepted as a conviction!...

On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth.

The girl was grateful to the young man for every bit of flattery; she wanted to linger for a moment in its warmth and so she said, 'You're very good at lying.' 'Do I look like a liar?' 'You look like you enjoy lying to women,' said the girl, and into her words there crept unawares a touch of the old anxiety, because she really did believe that her young man enjoyed lying to women.

The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.

People who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all.

When you sit face to face with someone who is pleasant, respectful, and polite, you have hard time reminding yourself that nothing he says is true/sincere.

I have to lie, if I don't want to take madmen seriously and become a madman myself

beauty is a world betrayed. The only way we can encounter it is if its persecutors have overlooked it somewere. Beauty hides behind the scenes of the May Day parade. If we want to find it, we must demolish the scenery.

Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.

he took a look at the blond girl's eyes and knew that he must not take part in the rigged game in which the ephemeral passes for the eternal and the small for the big, that he must not take part in the rigged game called love.