Quotes About Lies

People have been telling so many lies. At the end you won't believe the simple truth.

In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

What some folks don't understand about the closet is that it's not just a set of walls around sexual behavior. It's a net of lies that affects absolutely everything in one's life: how you dress, who you befriend, how you walk, how you talk. And how you love.

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

In politics, yesterday's lie is attacked only to flatter today's.

The lies one tells always pale in comparison to the truths one withholds.

Mendax, mendax, bracae tuae conflagrant,

And now I am about to live this truth, because my whole life is going to become a carefully constructed lie. Why? Because I write these words with my brothers' blood on my face. Oh, I washed the stains off weeks ago. No remnant of their loss remains on my skin for anyone to see. But their blood is there. Always, an invisible mark on me.

I'll tell you the truth, everything you hear is a lie.

I'm a liar, but this is the truth. I

What is better; uncomfortable truths or comfortable lies? Everything is a kindness even if it makes others uncomfortable. Every untruth is an unknown even if it makes others uncomfortable.

The man who had spread those rumors first had been a sociopath, a clever criminal—why, now that everyone knew about him, did they still believe his lies?

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

Like many another materialist, that is, he lied cleverly on the basis of insufficient knowledge, because the knowledge supplied seemed to his own particular intelligence inadmissible. ("The Wendigo")

Here now in his triumph where all things falter, Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread, As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead.

The power of the lie, Daniel said. Always seductive to the powerless.

Oh yes, I admire books. I still do. They can preserve a truth for twice a thousand years and teach it to any who has the skill and cares to read it. They can also fix a lie in stone forever. But worse still, they—the books—can be about nothing at all. Nothing real.

Those who betray others, lie and deceive, deserve each other.

Sometimes Some lies Can take a minute To fully realize His tears Your eyes Thirty seconds to apologize You give it one more chance Just like the time before But he already know you'd give a hundred more Until that night in bed You wake up in a sweat You're racing to the door Can't take it anymore

The truth may hurt, but lies can destroy.

...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Sometimes the biggest lies we tell are to ourselves.

Denying the undeniable just makes you sound like a fool as well as a liar.