Quotes About Lies

It's not parole." The corps' deep-cover training came rocketing in across my mind like a flight of low-level strike jets, spinning vapor-trail lies on the edge of plausibility and half-known detail. Something inside me tilted with the joy of mission time. "You know what I went down for?

Oh yes, we Londoners pretend to be all civilized and cultured, a beacon to the world, but it's all lies. We're rotten.

History: the lies of the victors, the self-delusions of the defeated.

Literature is] the best way of telling the truth; it's a process of producing grand, beautiful, well-ordered lies that tell more truth than any assemblage of facts.

And so, by the end, you have tried soft love and tough love, feelings and reason, truth and lies, promises and threats, hope and stoicism.

History isn't the lies of the victors, as I once glibly assured Old Joe Hunt; I know that now. It's more the memories of the survivors, most of whom are neither victorious nor defeated.

History is not just the lies of the victors; it is also the self-delusions of the defeated.

What is History? Any thoughts, Webster?' 'History is the lies of the victors, I replied, a little too quickly. 'Yes, I was rather afraid you'd say that. Well, as long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated.

What had Old Joe Hunt answered when I knowingly claimed that history was the lies of the victors? "As long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated." Do we remember that enough when it comes to our private lives?

History is the lies of the victors," I replied, a little too quickly. "Yes, I was rather afraid you'd say that. Well, as long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated.

When asked What The Novel Does, I tend to answer, 'It tells beautiful, shapely lies which enclose hard, exact truths.

Istorija yra nugal?toj? melas, tik reikia pridurti, jog tai ir nugal?t?j? saviapgaul?.

religions were the first great inventions of the fiction writers. A convincing representation and a plausible explanation of the world for understandably confused minds. A beautiful, shapely story containing hard, exact lies.

All this time, you've been lying to me!

It is frightening, how one lie is just the first strand in an ever increasing fabric of untruth. And once this fabric is woven, it is very hard to unravel.

The whole nation slid into doublespeak. Works became divorced from reality, responsibility, and people's real thoughts. Lies were told with ease because words had lost their meanings-and had ceased to be taken seriously by others.

In the absence of clear knowledge, rumours have abounded and lies have been invented and believed.

To make a really effective monster you need to begin with a good man and tell him lies.

So this is what I said to Mom; this is what I meant to say - That there was something inside Fern I didn't know. That I didn't know her in the way I'd always thought I did. That Fern had secrets and not the good kind. Instead I'd said I was afraid of her. That was the lie that got her sent away.

Humans would never tell the simple truth when a lie was available....

He talked about how people always obsess about lies. Damn lies, But no one really understands that the real danger is truth.

Let a man be ne'er so wise, he may be caught with sober lies.

No sane man objects to palpable lies about him; what he objects to is damaging facts.

The LORD detests lying lips, but he delights in men who are truthful. PROVERBS 12:22