Quotes About Deception

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold!

Their first free and frantic caresses had been preceded by a brief period of strange craftiness, of cringing stealth.

You have spent your whole life believing such untrue things. Don't you know how alone you are, David? We are most alone when we are with the myths.

That was Bold Heart? cried the shield maiden. That stupid bird told me he was the Bard, but I assumed he was lying. So many birds do. You can understand birds? said Pega… What's that one saying?... Thorgil listened. He's saying, 'I'm itchy. I'm itchy. I'm itchy.' And that one's saying, 'So am I. So am I. So am I.' The one on the beech tree is singing, 'Bird lice, bird lice, we've all got bird lice!' Knowing does kind of take the fun out of it, decided Pega.

The day on which he [Épernon] arrives, and so long as he remains, I shall dress myself in garments which I shall never wear again: those of dissimulation and hypocrisy

The art of fiction, like the art of stage magicians, is one of directing the audience's attention to what you want them to see.

Houses are entirely different when you know them well, she thought, and on first acquaintance even more different from their real selves, more deceptive about their real character than human beings.

The young man she had fallen in love with, handsome, gay, intellectual, and domineering, melted away upon closer acquaintance, and proved to have been a chimera, never to have existed outside her imagination. Linda did not commit the usual fault of blaming Tony for what was entirely her own mistake, she merely turned from him in absolute indifference. This was made easier by the fact that she saw so little of him.

I don't quite know why, but I felt somehow that Linda had been once more deceived in her emotions, that this explorer in the sandy waste had seen only another mirage. The lake was there, the trees were there, the thirsty camels had gone down to have their evening drink; alas, a few steps forward would reveal nothing but dust and desert as before.

Sophia poured out tea, and asked after his Lesbian irises. 'They were not what they seemed,' he said, 'wretched things. I brought the roots all the way from Lesbos, as you know, and when they came up, what were they? Mere pansies. Too mortifying.

John le Carré's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy in many ways defines the spy genre; it introduces the grand theme of ferreting out the Russian agent high up in British intelligence.

I am a liar. All is not well. Not at all.

An open enemy is better than a false friend. —Greek proverb

One of you is obviously lying. How on earth do I figure out which one? You both have something to gain.

No. It's actually not okay. And I hate when people say that, when they say it's okay even though it's not. It's better to tell the truth.

Sometimes the people who mean you harm, are the ones that say they love you.

No, they're not blind, they're evil. They see just fine

It's a lie that matches his desire.

This wasn't about truth at all. The court didn't want truth, the king didn't want truth. Any truth I could give them, they could ignore as easily as the rest. It wouldn't change their minds.

All of magic essentially involves sneaking something you want past reality while it's distracted and looking the other way.

And we all get the illusion of a chance. But the only chance they're really giving us is the chance to be useful to them.

You have not paid for this victory, false one, cheat, and I will give you nothing.

You could have told me!" I shouted, arms wrapped around my body, still shaking with the horror of it. "I stood all the rest, I could have stood that, too—" "Not if you were corrupted," he said flatly, breaking in. "If you were taken deep, you would have tried to evade it, if I'd told you.

I would have thought only that the money must have come from a strongroom somewhere, a chest full of gold like a duke would have or a tsar. I wouldn't have thought of it coming from quiet men in plain coats who didn't ride in carriages.