Quotes About Deception

It's just that I didn't understand when I met you. After your first Games, I thought the whole romance was an act on your part. We all expected you'd continue that strategy. But it wasn't until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I —" Finnick hesitates.

They were never real lovers.

Because I obviously can't tell a friend from an

It's better for him than Johanna. They'll figure out he doesn't know anything pretty fast. And they won't kill him if they think they can use him against you,

But will Peeta know that or will he keep fighting? He's so strong and such a good liar. Does he think he has a chance of surviving? Does he even care if he does? He wasn't planning on it, anyway. He had already signed off on life. Maybe, if he knows I was rescued, he's even happy. Feels he fulfilled his mission to keep me alive. I think I hate him even more than I do Haymitch.

The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable — right, Plutarch?

They don't know they are playing on a grave yard.

That I shouldn't have trusted him," says Peeta.

When I do, it's almost too mortifying to admit. 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.

It must be excruciating, but I lost all my sympathy for Haymitch when I realized how he had deceived us.

A kind Peeta Mellark is far more dangerous than an unkind one

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

A kind Peeta Mellark is far more dangerous to me than an unkind one.

Even better liars can put on a convincing smile, but their eyes aren´t smiling.

Together we agree that there are few tableaus more pathetic than a woman poring over a plethora of self-help books, while in a small café across town her husband is sharing a bottle of Pouilly-Fuissé and fettucini Alfredo with a beautiful woman, fondling her fishnet knee and making careful plans to escape his life.

I´ve blown it, the whole grisly charade.

She looked like an angel who had decided that it was far more amusing to be wicked than to be good.

Looks aren't everything," Kate said. "After all," she quoted, "'the devil hath power t'assume a pleasing shape.

From a distance, Giacomo reflected—say, the distance from their table to Silvia and Lucy's table—her gaze might look adoring. From close to, however—say, the distance across this table—it most definitely did not.

Benno knew that trick, too: to keep from telling the truth about what you did do, simply explain all the far worse offenses that you didn't commit.

Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.

I'm an angel. The horns are only there to hold up the halo.

We're all guilty of hiding things—it's the nature of the world today. We hide our feelings, we hide our pasts, we hide our true intentions. There's no way to know what's real anymore.

We hide our feelings, we hide our past, we hide our true intentions. There's no way to know what's real anymore.