Quotes About Deception

Thus the story describes a full circle... a vicious circle as all circles are, despite their posing as apples, or planets, or human faces.

He started as a maker of Cartesian devils—imps of bottle glass bobbing up and down in methylate-filled tubes hawked during Catkin Week on the boulevards. He

Because you took advantage of a sinner because you took advantage because you took because you took advantage of my disadvantage …

she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.

Problems are the poetry of chess. They demand from the composer the same virtues that characterize all worthwhile art: originality, invention, harmony, conciseness, complexity, and splendid insincerity.

Oh, aprieto el gatillo, sin duda, pero las balas caen blandamente al suelo, una tras otra, desde el tímido cañón. En esos sueños, mi única preocupación es ocultar el fracaso a mi enemigo, que se aburre cada vez más.

That the poor little fellow because he lied too often was finally eaten up by a real beast is quite incidental.

am quite willing to admit that they are also a deception but right now I believe in them so much that I infect them with truth.

What a misunderstanding" said Cincinnatus and suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He took off the linen trousers and shirt. He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly coloring the air.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night—every night, every night—the moment I feigned sleep.

Palm trees are all right only in mirages.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a colleges of dog eared maps, ruined your books, old tires and her sobs in the night- every night, every night- the moment i feigned sleep.

What a misunderstanding, said Cincinnatus and suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up and took off the dressing-gown, the skullcap, the slippers. he took off the linen trousers and shirt He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly colouring the air.

Everything, even what was saddest and most shameful in his past life, was overlaid with the deceptive charm of colours. He was horrified to realize how little he had used his eyes - for these colours moved across too vague a background and their outlines were singularly blurred

Mlle Larivière bat alsbald Ada, sie zu einem abgelegenen Plätzchen zu begleiten. Dort nun stand die vollständig angezogene Dame in ihrem voluminösen Kleid, das seinen stattlichen Faltenwurf zwar beibehielt, aber offenbar um einen Zoll länger geworden war, so daß ihre Prünellenschuhe verdeckt wurden, stocksteif über einem verborgenen Platzregen und kehrte im nächsten Moment zu ihrer normalen Größe zurück. [...]

the conjurer had poured milk, molasses, foaming champagne into a young lady's new white purse; and lo, the purse was intact

On z?ama? mi serce. A Ty mi z?ama?e? tylko ?ycie.

Biliriz ki bu arada denilerek an?lan Avustralya aksanl? yabanc? yada komik bir hobisi olan Amca birazdan sahneye gelmeyecek olsalar, adlar? piyeste hiç geçmeyecekti. Gerçekten de bu arada sözü, basmakal?p edebiyat?n masonik simgesi, an?lan kiÅŸinin asl?nda piyesin ana karakeri olduÄŸunu göreceÄŸimizin kesin emaresidir.

Ama Gogol'un tüfekleri havada as?l? durur ve ateÅŸlenmez; zira onun an??t?rmalar?n?n cazibesi de, bu an??t?rmalardan hiçbir ÅŸey ç?kmayacak olmas?ndan kaynaklan?r.

I am a pickpocket, not a burglar.

You lie — she's not." "I beg your pardon?" "I said: July was hot.

The truth is that great novels are great fairy tales... literature was born on the day when a boy came crying wolf, wolf and there was no wolf behind him.

Every great writer is a great deceiver

Thus with cautious steps, among deceived enemies, I circulated, plated with poetry, armored with rhymes, stout with another man's song, stiff with cardboard, bullet-proof at long last.