Quotes About Lies

His old priests might have told him there's sins of commission not omission. It's not always the things you do but the things you don't do that will cost you your soul. Sometimes it's not the spoken lie but the unspoken truth that opens the door to betrayal.

Betrayals start that way, with lies hidden in the shadows of silence.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

The future is too good to waste on lies and life is way too short to care for the damnation of others as well as to spend it helping fools with their ideas that are wrong.

Half the truth is often a great lie.

You discarded most of the lies along the way but held on to the one that said life mattered.

It's difficult admitting you're wrong. Even more difficult admitting it when you have scoffed and otherwise ridiculed the truth with blind, unremitting determination, so blithely confident in your own infallibility. But then one day -- or one night -- the truth is put into your hands, and you realize those stories and songs and legends told by Northern strangers are truths after all, and that no one has lied to you.

I don't even care enough to set the record straight. It was hilarious, what a huge liar she was. She actually believed her own bullshit.

The most believable lies are the ones that are atleast a little bit true.

The most believable lies are the ones that are at least a bit true.

The government lied about inventing the HIV virus as a means of genocide against people of color. The government lied.

Some people are under the impression that all that is required to make a good fisherman is the ability to tell lies easily and without blushing; but this is a mistake. Mere bald fabrication is useless; the veriest tyro can manage that. It is in the circumstantial detail, the embellishing touches of probability, the general air of scrupulous -- almost of pedantic -- veracity, that the experienced angler is seen.

Everybody lies about sex. People lie during sex. If it weren't for lies, there'd be no sex.

Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again— words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!

We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing—and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write those lies ought to go out and hang themselves. They are real culprits.

Como é inútil tudo quanto já foi escrito, feito e pensado, quando não se conseguem evitar estas coisas! Devem ser mentiras e insignificâncias, quando a cultura de milhares de anos não conseguiu impedir que se derramassem esses rios de sangue e que existam aos milhares estas prisões, onde se sofrem tantas dores.

Was wissen sie davon? Sie waren jung, und man hat Sie mit Lügen vergiftet, bevor Sie urteilen konnten. Aber wir, - wir haben es gesehen und geschehen lassen! Was war es? Trägheit des Herzens? Gleichgültigkeit? Armut? Egoismus? Verzweiflung? Aber wie konnte es eine solche Pest weren? Meinen Sie, ich denke nicht täglich darüber nach?

Wie sinnlos ist alles, was je geschrieben, getan, gedacht wurde, wenn so etwas möglich ist! Es muß alles gelogen und belanglos sein, wenn die Kultur von Jahrtausenden nicht einmal verhindern konnte, daß diese Ströme von Blut vergossen wurden, daß diese Kerker der Qualen zu Hunderttausenden existieren. Erst das Lazarett zeigt, was Krieg ist.

The fellows who write those lies ought to go out and hang themselves.

There are some things you just can't cover up.

It was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell. He had had his life and it was over and then he went on living it again with different people and more money, with the best of the same places, and some new ones.

It was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell.

He did not want them themselves really. They were too complicated. There was something else. Vaguely he wanted a girl but he did not want to have to work to get her. He would have liked to have a girl but he did not want to have to spend a long time getting her. He did not want to get into the intrigue and the politics. He did not want to have to do any courting. He did not want to tell any more lies. It wasn't worth it.