Lies Deception Quotes Novels & Stories

engraved on it. "Give me one good reason as to why I should believe you," "Why would you not believe me?" she questioned, shrugging. "Because you seem like an exceptionally good liar," Mr. Decarlo said, not even bothering to look at her. Aeliana chuckled, humored by the professor's awful misconception. "You've got it all wrong. I'm an awful liar. It's just that each and every instance that you have witnessed me lying, were situations that I was perfectly geared for,"

- I threatened him, while he looked at me in surprise. - Listen to me carefully... there is nothing wrong with you, at least for me, I don't know about you, but believe me, even if I wanted to know about your life, I won't force anything on you, just as you haven't asked me about mine, and I can assure you, we have similar lives. - He needed to know, I wouldn't let him think otherwise, what makes you think he is different or inferior to anyone? Appearance? Appearances are not everything, they are mostly deceptive, I can prove that myself.

My mother smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that sent chills down my spine. “Sometimes,” she said quietly, “a lie repeated often enough becomes more powerful than the truth.” And for the first time since the poisoning failed… I smiled too.

She intends to write a resignation letter tomorrow. "Is there even a job like that? Work anytime you want?" Leonora wondered. "Yes! There is one. This job of mine... Ahmp, it's just like working as an assistant." Lying is like a virus; it spreads extremely quickly. Carnation's lie grew larger and larger as she sought to conceal the truth. "Does such a thing exist?" "There already is." Carnation stood up for the lie, she even smiled to persuade her stepmother.

A prior false statement once supported with a chain of greater misrepresentations could only be coupled proportionally by an insurmountable amount of audacity to live up to one’s beliefs and ideology or the complete lack of it. But if half of our mortal speech is purely falsity thus meaningless then, on the very least, the other half could be worth our time and consideration. We would never get acquainted with honesty had we not known deceit. This is a universe of opposites, inverses and contradictions. It is partly because we are sometimes defined by who we are not and not entirely by what we are made of.

He can say what he wanted directly. "I'm willing to help you to get back your car, but you don't have to make lies to me. You can share with me your plan and I'll help you to do it. I know how important your car everyday, but you lied to me and I don't want you to get what you want by making lies or deceiving someone. You must learn how to have something in the good way. You don't have to make lies or deceive someone in order for you to get what you want. You have to do it in a good way. Is that clear to you?" I explained to him.

"And your ribbon isn't in my room." The lie came easily now, after so many others. He had become skilled at deception out of necessity, at saying things that were the opposite of what he felt or believed. But this lie felt different, more personal somehow, because it involved something that was precious to both of them. Through the door, he could hear Deborah's sharp intake of breath. He could imagine her face, the way her sea-blue eyes widened with shock and regret as she realized what she had said. She was probably berating herself for the thoughtless comment about basketball practice, for forgetting about the scandal that had cost him his position on the team.

Inside, my mind raced, every second I could gain becoming a lifeline to figure a way out. “I don’t trust you, Mirabella Jones,” he said, his voice sharp and cold. “You’re the same person who smashed a vase over my head to knock me out. If you could do that, you’re capable of anything to escape this marriage.” His words struck like a whip, leaving me stunned.

Suzzie bowed her head slightly as she let out a short laugh. I didn't like where this conversation was heading. Leonard was flirting with her right in my presence. I slapped his arm, cracking him out from his ugly smile. "Are we done here?" I questioned. "Yes, we are," Leonard must have had an inkling as to why I'd slapped him playfully because he wouldn't stop smiling. "Em..Dr....," "I'm Doctor Leonard Twain," Twain put in quickly. "Doctor Twain, do you support the notion that Mr. Skyler can go out more often?" She asked.

A humorless chuckle slipped his lips. "Love... it's such a foolish emotion. It blinds your senses and put your intelligence to shame. I was young, carefree, and reckless with no care for the consequences of my actions." His eyes glistened with a sheen of tears. "I never once thought my one mistake would come back to haunt me forever."