Quotes About Deception

Honey, you're not operating on the realistic level anymore than I am.

Arian's ebony hair was spread in a shimmering fan around her shoulders, reminding Tristan absurdly of Snow White in her glass coffin. Even in death, hadn't the deceptive blush of life stained Snow White's pallid cheeks? Hadn't her rosebud lips parted as if to welcome a kiss from a prince who might never come? Hadn't the creamy swell of her breasts tantalized every hopelessly naive kid in the theater into daring to believe her chest would rise just one more time?

Obwiesiu? - podsunÄ…Å' i podniósÅ' siÄ™ z niejakim trudem. - Draniu? Niegodziwcze? Ranisz mnie, najdro?sza! Po czuÅ'ych chwilach minionej nocy spodziewaÅ'em siÄ™ bardziej honorowego zachowania wobec mnie. - CzuÅ'e momenty? Nie oÅ›mieszaj siÄ™! ChÄ™do?yÅ'byÅ› kozÄ™, gdyby ci siÄ™ nadstawiÅ'a!

I would be remiss not to give equal credit to Burke's man here," Farouk amended, earning a smug smirk from Ash's companion. "He was clever enough to offer his throat to one of the villains as a distraction while his master dispatched the rest of them." The man's smirk vanished, only to reappear on Ash's lips.

even a friendly smile shows the teeth behind!

We live our lives hiding from the things that displease and discomfort us. We reinvent ourselves and our history, constantly placing things in a light most favorable to us. It is in the nature of mankind to do this. Mostly, our deceptions are small ones. But they gather weight through numbers, and having them revealed all at once can be crushing. As well, there are larger truths that, exposed, seem more than we can bear, and so we hide them most carefully.

Even in lies there are sometimes truths revealed.

A politician to the end, he remained outwardly friendly and forthright while inwardly thinking of ways to cut his opponent's throat. Literally

Past, present, and future, the symbiosis of our lives, the old man continued quietly, gently. Our birth, our life, our death, all tied into a single package that we spend our time on this earth unwrapping. Sometimes we see clearly what it is we are looking at. Sometimes we do not. Sometimes things happen to distract or deceive us, and we must look more carefully at what it is we hold.

We think we know them, but we really don't. We let ourselves be deceived because we are always expecting the best out of those who seem willing to provide it.

Típicos funcionarios chapuceros, elegidos a dedo por gente desinteresada, que hacen malabares con la pelota hasta que pueden pasársela a otro bufón.

When you were possessed of a deceitful mind, it wasn't difficult to imagine that everyone else was the same. There was nothing the ragpicker could do about that. Not now. But if the Troll failed to do as he was told Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Are there reolls among them? Are there those who would betray you?

an event that had the consistency of smoke and lacked anything of substance.

He knew how to tell a lie when it was needed and a greater good would be served.

Sometimes things feel real when they aren't. It might all just be nonsense you've persuaded yourself is something more.

It is not true that things are never as bad as they seem or that grass is always greener on the other side of the fence or that there is a silver lining inside every cloud. These are things we wish were true, but which are more often than not false hopes.

had some shapeshifting abilities that let them mimic and deceive their prey. They were vampiric by nature, but they fed on inish instead of blood.

Le leggende e i miti che non esistevano ieri riprenderanno vita nel mondo di domani. Dopo un sonno di secoli, esseri malvagi, spietati e astuti si risveglieranno. L'ombra del Signore degli Inganni comincia a scendere sulle quattro Terre.

Perhaps it was all an elaborate charade of the sort envisioned by Miles, where the dragons were large iguanas and the knights and wizards were all supplied by Central Casting. Perhaps the dream was a sham, an imitation of what the imagination would have it truly be. Even if it were all real – if it were all as described, all as the artist had rendered it to be – still it might be less than the dream. It might be as ordinary in truth as his present life.

Îi l?sase s? le înl?nÈ›uie de el cu propriile mâini, s? se legene în iluzii de m?rire È™i în l?comie, s? devin? sclavi, dependenÈ›i de false speranÈ›e È™i dorinÈ›e nebuneÈ™ti.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.' John Webster (c.1580–1634), English Jacobean dramatist

Black Will, Shagbag.

What persuades men and women to mistake each other from time to time for gods and vermin is ideology.