Quotes About Lies

Your power is only rumour and lies, she thought. You bore your way into people when they are uncertain and weak and worried and frightened, and they think their enemy is other people when their enemy is, and always will be, you – the master of lies. Outside, you are fearsome; inside, you are nothing but weakness.

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought. And because the theater was fiction made flesh, she hated the theater most of all. But that was it—hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

It's all bloody lies about the sea. It's just all yuk with lobsters in it.

Where there is anger, apply loving kindness. Where there is evil, offer good. Where there is stinginess, be generous. Where there are lies, be truthful.

Many good journalists have attempted to confront Trump about his many lies and failures, and have failed.

I tell the truth where it's the ethical thing to do, but in terms of entertainment, there's a certain fun and enjoyment that can be added to the experience by a few judicious lies.

I try to tell one lie in every interview. It keeps people I know amused when they read the article.

Hope may be an illusion, but it's what keeps you from jumping in the river or swallowing hemlock. Hope is a beautiful lie and it requires talent to create it for others. And back then on that day when they say it first began, I truly believed that the creation of hope was the greatest of all the arts, the noblest of all the lies. I was wrong.

I truly believed that the creation of hope was the greatest of all the arts, the noblest of all the lies.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

It's so easy to lie. What's even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don't have to face the truth, don't have to feel alone.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

You can't change an unpleasant reality if you won't acknowledge it, Mac. You can only control what you're willing to face. Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

There were the cages you could see and those that weren't so easy to spot before you were lured into them with sweet promises and lies until you were stuck like a fly on sticky tape with only your shattered innocence for company.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Lies roll off us. It's the truths we work hardest to silence.

Lust is absurd. It strikes in the strangest places at the oddest times. She doesn't even realize she's feeling it. She's erected a barricade of propriety and lies between us. I despise the type of woman she is. I loathe her soft pink innocence. My body doesn't concur. I wonder why her?

I understand now why Barrons was always insisting I stop asking him questions and judge him by his actions alone. It's so easy to lie. What's even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don't have to face the truth, don't have to feel alone.

I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It's the truths we work hardest to silence. "Then you weren't looking hard enough! I'm the one with boobs!" "I know you're the one with boobs! They're in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!

People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It's the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or Die.

Promises are fragile things. You blink, and they turn into lies.

If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.

How is the world ruled and how do wars start? Diplomats tell lies to journalists and then believe what they read.