Quotes About Liars Novels & Stories

“We are here because we lost people we cared about.” He turned his head and gave her a bright, unapologetic smile. “I care about myself,” he said. “I used to be someone else, but he died. I miss him crazy.” Dr. Chen’s mouth tightened, but her voice stayed measured. “Jaxon, we do ask that everyone here be honest,” she said. “Most people who join us are grieving specific losses.” “I am being honest,” he replied easily. “I just tell the truth in a way that makes people think I am joking. It is a terrible habit.”

"She hasn't had it easy? What about me, Julian?" "I was with you when you had absolutely nothing, and the moment you became Alpha, you betrayed me!" We had been in love for eight years. We had squeezed into leaky apartments and shared bowls of instant ramen together, where even adding an egg felt like a luxury. During the years I should have been my most beautiful, I didn't even own a decent dress. My parents called me a fool for it, and Chloe—hypocritically—called me a fool too. Only now did I realize that Julian had been mocking my stupidity in his heart all along.

'Why is that even funny?' 'Because, humans wouldn't know the truth if it hit them in the face like a tsunami,' he said. 'Truth is nothing but fiction, told by the greatest storytellers this world has ever known. Of course, they were also the best liars, but that's the real secret to great story-telling, isn't it? Possessing the ability to make people believe you. Stories become truths so powerful that people forget that the tale itself was so fantastical, it couldn't possibly have been real. Serpents and apples. Building a massive boat full to the brim with every species of animal known to man. Five thousand people turning up to your dinner party when you only have five loaves of bread and t

At that moment, Frederick's smile seemed evil to the crowd. They were afraid that he might say the same thing to them. "Just prepare yourself to keep your promise. From what I've heard, a liar will wet their bed." As expected, he repeated it. When the people from Team Two heard that, they instinctively squeezed their legs together. No one wanted to wet their pants, but they didn't want to bark like dogs either. Both options were too humiliating. As they were hesitating, Frederick smiled and added, "I've also heard that liars tend to shit their pants."

I didn't want to answer, but it clicked to me that maybe, if a conversation were to lighten the mood, I‘d be out of here sooner. I swallowed, not sure where he was going with this or what he wanted to hear. “Well, I… I suppose if it was really betrayal,” I said slowly, “I’d confront them. Ask them to be honest with me.” “Honesty,” he muttered, as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth. He let out a dark, humorless laugh. “Funny thing about honesty is that sometimes, it’s a lot easier to believe a lie.“

I've been a liar for as long as anyone can remember. When I was seven, I told Mom that Jared smashed our piggy bank. She searched me instead and found the missing coins in my pocket. When I was 12, I insisted I didn't steal my classmate's notebook. Then it was found inside my backpack. When I was 18, I accused my stepfather of assaulting me. He produced photos proving he was out of state that night. By then, everyone knows exactly what I am. A compulsive liar. A daughter who will say anything. At 22, I sit in front of a camera with my psychiatric evaluation in my hands and start a livestream. "For the next three days, I'm going to show you what it's like to spend 22 years being calle

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

"Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction." ― Criss Jami His dark piercing gaze glided upon her like a warm silken cloth, tickling her senses as his eyes moved from her head to toe taking her all in at once and Mahi felt an odd tingling sensation passing through the back of her neck, which couldn't be entirely termed as unpleasant.

His tone was deeply sarcastic as if the idea of the Kolns would willingly leave their slavery was too ridiculous to even consider. “One has to be impressed with a guy who can lie so well,” Ellis said, clicking off the tab. “His background could have plumes of smoke rising or bombs dropping and he could still make people think there was nothing worth seeing.” She shook her head. “And he can lie with a straight face, too.”

“You know all girls aren't like your ex, right?” I nod. “I do. And that’s why I draw a line between liars and non-liars. So that I can weed out the ones like her.” Levi throws a pillow at me. “You’re unbelievable. Why do you always believe the worst about people? Not everyone who lies is out to get you. Sometimes they’re doing what they think is best for you.” I shrug. “Maybe. But at the end of the day, actions are what count. If somebody’s trying to ‘do what’s best for me’, they’ll back it up with their actions. Otherwise, I assume they’re full of shit.”