Quotes About Deception

Some men can love with their heart, but their body wants more, and their mind allows this by believing it doesn't matter. Or count. Or hurts no one. The mind lies.

when you have politics, you have corruption." "Possibly.

scripture to his own ends." Mira set her empty cup aside. "He

Betrayed for cookies? Et tu, fuckers?

There is no lie that does not have at its core some truth. One must only know how to listen.

Don Quijote dijo entonces: "Buen hombre, no ves el mundo mismo sino solo las medidas que lo envuelven en un velo. ¡Ay de ti, ciego!".

Lo de la vida nueva es mentira, hijo, la mentira más grande de todas. No hay otra vida que esta. Esta es la única que existe. En cuanto les dejas que te corten la cabeza, todo se acaba. Ya no hay más que oscuridad, oscuridad y más oscuridad.

Poznati su mi kao i vama mnogi, mnogi na?ini da sami sebe zavaramo. Ali kako ?emo živeti ako ne verujemo da znamo ko smo i ko smo oduvek bili?

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere.

Porque carece de talento para mentir, engañar o saltarse las normas, igual que tampoco lo tiene para el placer y la ropa moderna. Solo tiene talento para la tristeza, la tristeza sincera y aburrida.

At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot.

A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.

If you've bullshitted me, angel, I'm going to kill you." The other male rolled his eyes. "I'm already dead, idiot.

What was said about him, what the females needed to believe about him, was just oral masturbation for mouths that needed to be otherwise occupied.

I'm still convinced you're doing my GTO, you bastard.

The bottom line is...if you were in the civilian population, you'd be a serial killer. Working for the government means you get to wave the American flag around when it suits you, but the truth is, you do what you do because you enjoy picking the wings off of flies. And everybody's an insect in your eyes.

Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me.

Problems is, the word of an addict is just that. A word. nothing more.

symphaths treated everything like a chess match—right down to the moment they captured your king, turned your queen into a whore, and burned down your castles.

liked the evil in themselves too much to be trusted.

This is the problem with lying, Axe. You do it once, and the other person has no idea what else you've been untruthful about. I come from a family of lies and silence. I can't go into that shadow world with someone I'm intimate with. Moreover, I won't do it. I told you in the beginning, honesty is the most important thing

It was everything dirty and wrong and evil and degrading, and he did it over and over again to keep his secret safe. And also because his dark side got off on it. It was Love, Symphath Style

Gift wrapping one's words does not change the nature of truth. Autumn looked back out to the snowy landscape and the river that was partially frozen. And I would rather know what is real than live a lie.

In this state, the club was The Wizard of Oz made obvious: All the magic that went on here night after night, all the buzz and excitement, was really just a combination of electronics, booze, and chemicals, an illusion for the people who walked through the front doors, a fantasy that allowed them to be whatever they weren't in their day-to-day lives.