Quotes About Deception

Are you out of your mind? It's not polite to lie to your best friend. It's a possibility.

How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks? Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.

We were screwed and he didn't even kiss us first.

I lied. I need your help. Who are we killing? Do you have a pen?

Hi, Your Majesty, we drugged your love muffin and then let her walk out into the dark, in the snow. Her apartment is destroyed and we're not sure where she is...

The woman frowned. I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.

Had I known you were going to pull a pretty ribbon out of your sleeve like some two-bit magician, tie me up with it, and indulge your mental torture fetish in your basement, I would've shot you. Many times. Two-bit magician? Men like you enjoy being flattered.

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

You're like a crazy cat lady, but you collect killers instead of fluffy cats. I don't collect killers. Yes, you do, and those who aren't killers turn into killers by the time you're done. You made Julie into a maniac. That child has more knives on her than a squad of the PAD.

All men are liars. All women are liars, too.

Is there a cookie at the end of this lecture? ... I got a cookie after all ... Dear god, the cookie was poisoned.

Did I hurt you in the parking lot? No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car. Great.

I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board

It wasn't real. I deluded myself. I had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head. Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he appears.

Why don't you use your own sword?" George asked. "He might break it." "I wouldn't." Hugh put his hand on his heart. "He would," I told George. "He's a sonovabitch." Hugh laughed. "We just met and she knows me so well.

I took the jacket off, changed my T-shirt for a dark gray tank top, slipped on the tangle of the back sheath, and put the jacket on again. Thugs are us. Great. Just add a super-tight ponytail and loads of mascara, and I'd be ripe to play a supervillain's evil mistress. Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.

Who are you, what are you doing here, who is Hood, why does he want Julie, and where is Julie's mother? Is that all! He wiped the red smudge off his lip with the back of his hand. Yes. No. Why is the cauldron important, where did it go, how is Morrigan involved, where do you go when you disappear, and why do you keep stealing the maps? Okay, now that's everything.

People lie for many reasons: to save themselves, to get out of trouble, to avoid hurting someone's feelings. Manipulators lie to get what they want. Narcissists lie to make themselves seem grand to others and themselves. Recovering alcoholics lie to safeguard their tattered reputation. And those who love us most lie to us most of all, because life is a bumpy ride and they want to smooth it out as much as possible.

Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he apears.

One day some other Prime will threaten our House, and when that day comes, I'll kill him." What? I'll do it quiet and clean, and nobody will ever know." Leon smiled. "I'm going to be a dark horse, House Baylor's secret. I'll be the best assassin. A legend. They'll never see me coming." I would kill Kurt. I would strangle him with my bare hands.

So we have giant super-smart vipers who slithered in here, killed our people, opened the vault, stole something from it, and slithered out, undetected?" "Appears so." "Okay. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't something dangerous.

Either he fell asleep in his clothes, or he felt the need to be fully dressed at two o'clock in the morning for some nefarious reason. Leon didn't have any other kind of reasons.

Breaking into the house in the middle of the night just wasn't his style. He did his best work in plain view, and, usually, his tongue was doing most of it. Now that was an interesting thought. Heh.

You enjoyed it. It made you feel alive. You were looking kind of green. You bastard. Oh, so it was a lifesaving kiss. Well, if you want to put it that way ...