Quotes About Deception

They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.

It's Mari, Jack, Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. What? Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. Are you certain? Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.

She was nothing. She'd thought he was her world, and all the while, he'd been plotting to take down her family's club. She'd loved him. He'd used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream, every hope she'd ever had.

He thought he was playing her. Seducing her. That was the play, but it felt all too real, and he'd never had real.

You look like an innocent angel, Shylah, but you kiss like fucking sin.

I'm sorry; it bothers me to touch people after I follow a demented mind. Please understand." Margaret nodded. "Of course, although I noticed your young man thought nothing of touching you." Raven smiled, shrugging as casually as possible, eyeing the sky for the lightning that might strike her for lying so much.

It isn't Jezebel you have to worry about," Gavriil said in a low tone. "It's the devil she's with, and he'll be waiting for you.

Two humans and a betrayer. They had taken his past, shattered his mind, and imprisoned him in a living hell. Worst of all they had taken away his ability to protect his lifemate. They had created a monster the likes of which they could not conceive.

Mikhail lazily reached across the board to make his move, saw the dawning comprehension in her eyes. "I believe what we have is checkmate," he said silkily. "I should have known a man who walks in the forest surrounded by wolves would be devious.

The wolf's shape contorted, stretched, shimmered in the smoke of the fire, and soon a large, heavily muscled man was facing Jacques. His long, shaggy mane of hair was blond, his eyes golden, his body perfectly balanced. "You are Jacques, brother to Mikhail. I heard you were dead." "That is the story going around," Jacques assented warily.

I happen to know what family you come from, although I know I'm not supposed to know, and I'm certain you can manufacture proof of anything you want." "That's true. I can. But I didn't. -Airiana & Maxim

consistently and comprehensively they have been deceived.

If the killer had really wanted to keep his victim's provenance hidden, he would have taken the head far away, or simply weighted it and thrown it into the fast-flowing tide of the Thames. The invention of the garbage bag had been a boon to murderers everywhere.

Life is one big bloody trick played on the unsuspecting.

Agatha Christie's tales were aggressively anti-intellectual and crueller for it; hers was a world where confirmed bachelors committed suicide out of shame.

It's what we find with most conspiracies—they only exist because somebody wants them to.

but you've been duped by a fake-news site.' The look of surprise on Maggie's face touched him. 'But how are people supposed to know that?' she asked, bewildered. That, thought Bryant, is what we're all wondering.

To be tricked into thinking that you have freedom is worse than being told what to do.

Allow a friend to believe in a bogus prospectus or a false promise and you cease, after a short while, to be a friend at all.

People know when they are being lied to, they know when their rulers are absurd, they know they do not love their chains.

Allow a friend to believe in a bogus prospectus or a false promise and you cease, after a short while, to be a friend at all. How dare you intervene? As well ask, How dare you not?

Of the numerous regrettable elements that go to make up the unlawful carnal-knowledge industry, I should single out for distinction the look of undisguised contempt that is often worn on the faces of its female staff. Some of the working 'hostesses' may have to simulate delight or even interest—itself a pretty cock-shriveling thought—but when these same ladies do the negotiating, they can shrug off the fake charm as a snake discards an unwanted skin.

Adlai Stevenson once said to Richard Nixon: "If you stop telling lies about me I'll stop telling the truth about you.

Where questions of religion are concerned, people are guilty of every possible sort of dishonesty and intellectual misdemeanor.