Quotes About Deception

She took recourse to the expedient of constantly terrified children. She lied.

Phantoms do not wear round hats.

Table talk and amorous talk are equally impossible to grasp; amorous talk is all pretty bubbles, table talk, hot air.

Soit dit en passant, c'est une chose assez hideuse que le succès. Sa fausse ressemblance avec le mérite trompe les hommes.

The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other than Jean Valjean.

Who knows how easily ambition disguises itself under the name of a calling, possibly in good faith and deceiving itself, in sanctimonious confusion?

The counterfeits of the past assume false names, and gladly call themselves the future.

El éxito es algo bastante repulsivo. El falso parecido que tiene con el mérito engaña a los hombres.

Desconfiemos. El pasado tiene un rostro : la superstición, y una máscara : la hipocresía. Denunciemos el rostro y arranquemos la máscara.

Sia detto alla sfuggita, il successo è una cosa piuttosto lurida; la sua falsa somiglianza col merito inganna gli uomini. Per la folla, la riuscita ha quasi lo stesso profilo della supremazia. Il successo, sosia della capacità, sa ingannare per bene la storia.

Words can be liars, we must not blindly believe what they say.

Sophie was too old for lies and too young for the truth.

Bitterness would do you good. All that smiling and pretending of yours would give me hives.

People don't lie accidentally. It's not like tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

Two choices: ask for honesty and try to roll with unwanted truths or stick your head in the sand and be lied to.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

Nature never deceives us; it is always we who deceive ourselves. —JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU

It didn't feel right. Wasn't lying always wrong? And an omission like this was obviously a lie.

The lure of the distant and difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.

Maybe under the bridge at Deception Pass.

Tonight, Mom painted a portrait of our family, and through her eyes I saw people I'd never imagined—a drunken, unfaithful husband and a depressed, overwhelmingly unhappy wife. How is it that I saw none of this? Are children so sublimely oblivious to their own world? She was right to hide this truth from me. Even now, I wish I didn't know it. Sometimes, knowing where we come from hurts more than we can stand.

was the dream that had brought her here and she passed it on to me. But, it was a lie. For people like us, anyway.

Ha! Bitterness would do you good. All that smiling and pretending of yours would give me hives.

Just a boy with black hair and a sharp face who tells lies. He's nothing.