Quotes About Deception

I'm obsessed with trompe l'oeil - the idea of something that is existing and is not existing.

From time to time, one imagined Bill Clinton had charisma, but it never really was more than an occasional false glare.

For it's exactly when we come closest to another, that we are turned away with a lie, and blunder forward to comprehend ourselves on the misperceptions of the past.

Margaret is kindled by it, exalted for a time, sees it as passion, glows and becomes rounded, but only for a time. After a year it is completely naked, apparent to her, that he is alone, that he fights out battles with himself upon her body, and something withers in her.

Why don't they live in Illusions?' suggested the Humbug. 'It's much prettier.' 'Many of them do,' he answered, walking in the direction of the forest once again, 'but it's just as bad to live in a place where what you do see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is.

mirages are things that aren't really there that you can see very clearly. How do you see something that isn't there?... sometimes it's much simpler than seeing things that are...

I)t's just as bad to live in a place where what you do see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is.

When the hour comes it is to remind him of a story. Synopsis: A French girl says to her suitor: "Did you ask my father for my hand at nine o'clock this morning, as you said you would?" "I did not," he. replies. "At nine o'clock I was fighting a duel with swords in the Bois de Boulogne." "Coward!" she hisses.

Be content with what thou seest; and wait until Time and Experience shall teach thee to find jealousy behind the sweet smile, and hatred under the honeyed word!' "This

a silent concave of puppet buffoons neither eagles nor jaguars buzzard lawyers locuses wings of ink sawing mindibles ventriloquist coyotes peddlers of shadows beneficent satraps the cacomistle thief of hens the monument to the Rattle and its snake the altar to the mauser and the machete the mausoleum of the epauletted cayman rhetoric sculpted in phrases of cement

All is not gold that glitters, pleasure seems sweet, but proves a glass of bitters.

Olivia Goldsmith

People will say anything to appear interesting.

Todos têm seu dia de Judas.

I have a special pair of poop shoes under my desk. Whenever I need to drop a deuce, I slip them on and scurry to the restroom, and no one ever knows it's me. Like, if I'm wearing Louboutins that day, and my producer sees Earth shoes in the stall....well, you get the idea. It was truly a lightbulb moment when that came to me.

You'll learn it all soon enough . . . You will see everything without being seen. You will hear everything but pretend that you haven't . . . You will walk for ten hours a day but feel like you haven't walked at all.

I do know this much though: If a man resorts to wiles, guile and petty deceptions, it means he's nowhere near being in love.

Zengin olmak belki de sürekli bir gibi yapmak haliydi.(s.188)

because people only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing.

I told him just so he wouldn't be fooled by the bright lights of Istanbul into thinking that life was somehow easy.

Nadie confía en nadie, todo el mundo espera alguna bajeza del prójimo.

He had no clear understanding of how he had been tricked, no memory of how he'd arrived at this moment, and so the strangeness in his mind became a part of the trap he had fallen into.

Self-respect is the early form in which greatness appears. You may deceive all the people some of the time, said Lincoln, some of the people all the time, but not all the people all the time. We cannot deceive ourselves any of the time, and the only way to enjoy our own respect is to deserve it. What would you think of a man who would neglect himself and treat his shadow with the greatest respect?

Gulliver was a giant whom the dwarfs captured while he was napping by binding him with tiny threads. Each thread was a trifle which he could easily have snapped by itself. But he didn't wake, and the dwarfs wound the thread around him in such number that at last he found himself a prisoner.