Liars Quotes Novels & Stories

“Okay, my question to Karla is, have you ever cheated on your significant other?” We all looked at Karla. She began laughing hysterically. “Who hasn’t?” She answered. “I don’t even think that’s deep.” “Dope.” Alice said, putting that card in the deck of extra cards. “3 weeks and she’s already cheating.” “Not on Francis.” Karla said. “An ex.” “I’ll ask Nathan this,” Francis ignored Karla’s answer. “What do you hate most in this world?” “Liars.” He answered. “I hate liars. I just hate it when someone lies to me. Really, I hate that-”

She was scared for me. “I’ve got you, Jolie. Always,” I promised. Leo snickered, mocking me. “You’ve got her? You can’t even take care of yourself.” Cara chimed in, her laughter dripping with malice. “Yeah, you’re always making empty promises.” Eileen’s anger boiled over, her eyes blazing. “You’re full of falsehoods and lies,” she spat. “You consistently make claims you can’t back up,” Eileen continued, disdain etched on her face. “It’s astonishing how repeatedly foolish you are. Just fallacies coming out of your gutter of a mouth.”

“Do you still have the cowries? I’ve been sending them for weeks. I didn’t know if they were reaching you. I just hoped you’d remember our collection.” “Please, Lila, listen. You’re surrounded by liars. They will tear you apart the moment your back is turned. Don’t give them the chance. Leave! Get out before it’s too late.” “Burn this letter. Burn it all.”

He said I was a rotten liar, but it was Rylan who lied! "Today, Dad chased me out of my room and made me live in the stairwell. The stairwell is so dark and cold. I'm so scared, but I'm also afraid Dad will get even angrier if I say anything. Will Dad stop being mad if I keep being a good boy? Will he stop blaming me?" …

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”

“What talk?” I asked, “I didn’t talk to anyone.” “Have you ever been told that you are a very shitty liar.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “You should stop trying because it’s funny trying to watch you lie when you obviously can’t.” “That is not true.” I said, “I would have you know that I am a very convincing liar.” “Of course you are.” He began, “Rule number 1 sweetheart; never play denial as a first tactic especially when you’re a horrible liar; everyone expects it and it’s so painfully obvious that it’s sad.”

He asked “Turns out I’m a terrible fool” I said, as I sat down on a chair Lars nudged in my direction; he patted my shoulder as I did so. “Nooo!” cried Lise, at the same time Mathias let out a confused “Huh?” “Er” I blushed, looking down “Cos they’re meant to speak truth to power y’know? They’re the only ones who can get away with it cos they couch it in humourous terms?”

The driver started the engine. Still silence. Then— “You were jealous?” Liam said, almost casually. I let out a short laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He turned his head to look at me. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Especially after she told him the truth about her last relationship. “Someone who is dishonest and cannot introduce you to his family?” Charles continued. The building’s silhouette covered half his face, making him look devilish. “Leila, I’m many things but a liar. You know what liars do, right? They lie and tell more lies. Do you want to live another life of lies?”

"I want to announce one more thing. Bob over here is Mr. Brown's nephew, and he makes seventy-six hundred a month. He doesn't do any proper work and wanders around the company all day, and the second anything happens, he reports it to Mr. Brown. He's a spy in all but name." The crowd under the stage erupted again. No matter the time or place, everyone hated a spy. More than that, they were all workers. Bob had practically sold them out. Bob was so scared he jumped up at once. "Don't believe him! He's lying! Mr. Brown and I are not related to each other!" The employees were still furious. "Lies! I've seen him sneaking off to Mr. Brown's office every once in a while!" "You think we're blind?!