Quotes About Lies

Quería creerle con esa ansía que confiere la sospecha de que la verdad hace daño y que los cobardes viven más y mejor, aunque se en la prisión de sus propias mentiras.

Nulla è difficile da credere come la verità e, al contrario, niente è più seducente della forza della menzogna quanto maggiore è il suo peso.

Nobody must know the truth, because I've learned that in this world truth only hurts, and God loves and helps those who lie.

gracias a Alicia, había aprendido al menos dos cosas ùltiles que le servirían para siempre, si es que vivía para contarlo. La primera era mentir. La segunda, y esta aún la sentía en carne viva, era que los juramentos eran un poco como los corazones: roto el primero, los demàs resultaban pan comido.

It is fitting that a liar should be a man of good memory.

It's not mere extremism that makes folks at the fringes so troubling; it's extremism wedded to false beliefs. Humans have long been dupes, easily gulled by rumors and flat-out lies.

Anybody's life is probably a mess of secrets and lies when you boil it right down.

Husbands who have been deceived and lied to and made to look fools have for centuries fled to South America, never to return. It's a tradition that goes back a long way.

Even if the writer told you his intent, as a group they're notorious liars and not to be trusted.

I who have copied down this story, or more accurately fantasy, do not credit the details of the story, or fantasy. Some things in it are devilish lies, and some are poetical figments; some seem possible and others not; some are for the enjoyment of idiots.

He was moderately truthful towards men, but to women lied like a Cretan-a system of ethics above all others calculated to win popularity at the first flush of admission into lively society.

He was moderately truthful towards men, but to women lied like a Cretan—a system of ethics above all others calculated to win popularity at the first flush of admission into lively society; and the possibility of the favour gained being transitory had reference only to the future. He

But evil is always illusion. It insists on the lie that we can have something for ourselves. This is the sole principle at work in hell. Lucifer chose to believe it; or, since it is unimaginable that he actually could have believed it, then we may say that he chose to pretend it might be. Very well, says Truth, you may pretend this. But the pretense will be, literally, your undoing. It will unmake you. You will have opted for something that is not, namely, a lie. Hell is built of lies.

The selfishness of an age that has devoted itself to the mere cult of pleasure has tainted the whole human race with an error that makes all our acts more or less lies against God.

Causes have effects, and if we lie to ourselves and to others, then we cannot expect to find truth and reality whenever we happen to want them. If we have chosen the way of falsity we must not be surprised that truth eludes us when we finally come to need it! O

The beginning of love is truth, and before He will give us His love, God must cleanse our souls of the lies that are in them. And the most effective way of detaching us from ourselves is to make us detest our­selves.

When power corrupts, it keeps a log of its progress, written into that most sensitive memory device, the human face. Who could withstand the light? What viewer could believe in the war, the system, the countless lies about American freedom, looking into these mugs shots of the bought and sold?

you have to tell lots of little lies to promote one big lie.

a brazen disdain for scholarly norms and the actual facts. But it makes a certain kind of sense: you have to tell lots of little lies to promote one big lie.

Sing A Song Of Sixpence A Pocketful Of Lies

The truth is (in most cases), the most painful thing a person can hear. So why couple that with lies, deceit, and betrayal, and make the person deal with , not only the painful truth but all those other devistating things on top of the already painful truth.

At our wedding, the Dwarves gave me away, and I saw in their eyes that gleam of pride and hurt, and I realized I had received something very special. The love of people who do not give their love easily, or do not give them often. But I had to leave to fulfill my destiny. There are a great many lies, but the biggest of them is the lie of obedience.

Like the servants, we, his children, were beneath him, and so we were left oftentimes standing with his lies in our hands like baffling presents, not knowing what we were to do with this collection of things, his words, whether they should be used or displayed or hidden like a broken toy in a corner of the nursery armoire." -- Emma Garnet on describing her father, page 2

the best lies told were the ones we tell ourselves.