Quotes About Deception

My God," Hadrian said. "They finally did it! All those oh-so-cute-my-cuddly-kitten-here's-a-pic bastard! They finally went and did it!

Evil speaks in lies. And the good know only one truth. But it's a lie, because there's always more than one truth

An assassin should never see the face behind the victim's mask.

Walk with me on Thieves' Road hear its song underfoot how clear its tone in misstep as it sings you in two

Let's play a game. There is no gate – oh, you've seen it, I well know. But it is a lie. It is what your mind builds, stone by stone. For your kind love borders. Thresholds, divisions, delineations. To enter a place you believe you must leave another. But look around and you can see. There is no gate, my friend.

Self-avowed destinies wear a thousand masks and not one of them truly fits—" "How can they, Hull Beddict, when they're modelled on perfection?

When love turned into a game, people got hurt

Kruppe has always considered you mere aspects of himself, a half-dozen Hungers among many, as it were. Yet, for all your needs, you would urge what of your master? That he turn back from his flight, of course. That one's own skull is too worthy a chamber for deception to reign—and yet Kruppe assures you from long experience that all deceit is born in the mind and there it is nurtured while virtues starve.

The measure of the perfect theft is when the victim remains blissfully unaware that he or she has been stolen from.

Brother, you look unwell.' Appearances deceive, Greyfrog. For example, you have never looked prettier.

The man is a drunk with a drunk's bloated self-image – Abyss knows, drunks think themselves clever, and measure the prowess of their wit by the genius of their rationalizations. Of course, the first fool they deceive is themselves.

They came with white hands and left with red hands.

Consider this then a warning. Liars will lie, and continue to do so, even beyond being caught out. They will lie, and in time, such liars will convince themselves, will in all self-righteousness divest the liars of culpability. Until comes a time when one final lie is voiced, the one that can only be answered by rage, by cold murder, and on that day, blood shall rain down every wall of this vaunted, weaning society.

All betrayal will begin, or end, with words.' 'Savage

I've been the walking dead all along, and I didn't even know it. The thought left him weakened, as if some hidden knife had just pushed deep inside, piercing his soul. I've been telling myself this was being alive. This here. This…hiding. Wishing. Dreaming. Wanting. And all the while, what does anyone else see when they look at me?

Quick Ben. You snake-eyed shifty know-it-all bastard from the bung-hole of Seven Cities. I never liked you. Never trusted you, even when I had to. The things you know about, why I—

Exactly. Peace of mind." "Fatal delusion, you mean.

But ownership bereft of propriety was a lie.

The Queen's Consort?' 'Yes. I once robbed him.' 'Indeed! And what did you take?' 'His virginity.

masters at corrupting words, their meanings. They call war peace, they call tyranny liberty. On which side of the shadow you stand decides a word's meaning. Words are the weapons used by those who see others with contempt.

Strings for when I'm lying, Fiddler for when I'm telling the truth.

Her worship was founded on denial, and in the absence of a true relationship with her goddess, she – like all those who had come before her – was free to invent every detail of that mock relationship.

Madmen built houses of solid stone. Then circled looking for a way inside. Inside, where cosy perfection waited. People and schemes and outright lies barred his every effort, and that was the heart of the conspiracy. From outside, after all, the house looked real. Therefore it was real. Just a little more clawing at the stone door, a little more battering, one more pounding collision will burst that barrier. And on and on and round and round. The worn ruts of madness.

Falsehoods cease being false when enough people believe them, Bakal. Instead, they blaze like eternal truths, and woe to the fool who tries pissing a stream on that.