Quotes About Lies

The problem with Harry was that he didn't just pick one lie and stick with it.

By the clever and continuous use of propaganda, a people can even be made to mistake heaven for hell, and vice versa. —Adolf Hitler

I didn't think I seemed like the sort of person who would mind." "What?" "I'd have fucked you anyway." . . . "I thought I'd lose you," he said at last. "Have you ever told me the truth?" "Look—" he paused. "People lie to me all day long. And I lie to them all day long. I've done it all my life.

He was convincing. Lying as cultural attribute. A hazard of the job. And I fell for it. It did not occur to me that he lies simply because he likes it. Lies to bosses. Lies on the stand. He boasts about it. Lies under oath. It's called testilying, he'd told me. Lies to women, especially to women. Starting with his mother and working his way through all of us. His wife. The doll collection. He couldn't be bothered to tell the truth.

This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself.

The sun eventually rises, it's light slipping through the cracks and illuminating Peeta's face. Who will he transform into if we make it home? This perplexing, good-natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly the whole of Panem believes him to be hopelessly in love with me, and I'll admit it, there are moments when he makes me believe it myself?

Qué son las mentiras, sino intentos por ocultar algún tipo de debilidad?

When my eyes fall on Peeta, whose head rests right by my feet, I see he's awake. I wish I could read what's going on in his mind, that I could go in and untangle the mess of lies. Then I settle for something I can accomplish.

Even better liars can put on a convincing smile, but their eyes aren´t smiling.

There are news sources that are just out-and-out lies coming from Europe, coming from other parts of the world.

The high is what you crave, what you would kill for... and believe me, you will lie to yourself until it's to late to stop.

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

Honesty is love but deception is hatred.

Those were some astounding lies, cub. And the very last one the most inspired of all. You have your father's talent for it.

Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath? Could ever there be too much love?And could love require lies?

…it argues that true love will triumph in the end (which may or may not be true) but if it's a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have!

Karma how come we give the truth but the lies we receive?

You will find the lies in the light and truth in the dark

I'm still in love with the parts I believed to be true. All the lies that began and ended with 'I love you'.

His eyes were deep as ocean, and I found myself drowning in his lies.

It hurt when someone lies to you, and you know that. But you believe him instead because you love him.

You can replace lies with truth; but myth is only displaced with a narrative.

All resonates. The past, the present, and the future. The tales we hear as children—the stories we then pass on—have happened, are happening, or will happen soon enough. If not, then the stories would not exist. They resonate in our hearts because they are true. Even the ones that begin as lies.

So is darkness better than a heartfelt lie?