Quotes About Deception

I didn't think I seemed like the sort of person who would mind." "What?" "I'd have fucked you anyway." . . . "I thought I'd lose you," he said at last. "Have you ever told me the truth?" "Look—" he paused. "People lie to me all day long. And I lie to them all day long. I've done it all my life.

He was convincing. Lying as cultural attribute. A hazard of the job. And I fell for it. It did not occur to me that he lies simply because he likes it. Lies to bosses. Lies on the stand. He boasts about it. Lies under oath. It's called testilying, he'd told me. Lies to women, especially to women. Starting with his mother and working his way through all of us. His wife. The doll collection. He couldn't be bothered to tell the truth.

Love can make people do funny things, inexplicable things. And thwarted love can turn some people into madmen--or madwomen. People who never had much of a grip on reality, sometimes they spin pretty illusions ... and when the illusion shatters, they become capable of anything.

Deck, I slept with this guy," Tracy said. "No you didn't," he said quietly. "You slept with Michael. Who turned out to not be real. That's what you should be upset about. That your perfect man was an act." She had to smile at that. "Perfect, except for the part where he moved to Maine. That sucked." He smiled, too. "Perfection's overrated, anyway. If he was real, you'd've been bored in a month. No one to argue with.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. Katniss, There is no District Twelve.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

Betrayal. That's the first thing I feel, which is ludicrous. For there to be betrayal, there would have had to been trust first.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.

What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?

I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.

Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would've thought she'd murdered someone from the looks she got.

But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.

And she's very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.