Novel & Cerita Quotes About Liars

“Fine. That’s your wish list. Here’s my problem.” I ticked off points with my fingers. “One: you’ve lied to everyone at this table at least twice in the last decade. Two: you orchestrated the biggest medical disinformation campaign since invention of tobacco. Three: you’re underplaying the danger from Gianni because you believe he’s manageable. Four: you’ve left out something important, because crooks like you never show all their cards at once.” Lucia smiled faintly. “How flattering to hear all this shit from you,” she said.

Winds blew my black not so long hair after I stepped outside for the first time after almost two hours inside the train. We gathered in circles, divided by the Edge we came from then a guy wearing a suit appeared in front of us. He’s old and has beard all over his face. “Welcome to the Center, Liars!” he shouted. Liars, that’s what we’re called, the participants of this stupid game.

Let's talk about lies. "Your Excellency, I don't understand a word of what you've just said," I said. "I am known by many names, but I've never been called a liar. I haven't lied to Lycidas, nor to you. If you force me to make up a miserable childhood story and tell you now, that will be a lie. As far as I know, in our trade of business, liars don't last long." The rumbling of thunder was getting closer. It seemed a fucking storm was impending.

“Alright, here are mine: One, I’ve been skydiving. Two, I can cook gourmet meals. Three, I hate heights.” “I bet the lie is skydiving,” Kieran said. “No, I think it’s the gourmet meals,” Thalia argued. Lily smirked. “The lie is that I hate heights. I actually love them.” “You weirdo!” Marcus laughed. The pack laughed and applauded. “Kieran, your turn,” Lily said, passing the game to him. Kieran stood up, scratching his head. “Okay, let’s see: One, I’ve never been in a serious relationship. Two, I’m a great painter. Three, I’m afraid of the dark.”

I chuckled, and I really wanted to see his reaction so badly. “You bastard!” He cursed, and I laughed. “How would you know that?” I laughed harder; it was pretty fun making them mad. “Go to your I*******m page now and tell all your stupid fans that you were just lying,” he said self-righteously, and I scoffed. “Are you really that stupid? Lisa literally admired it herself; no one would believe if I clarified it. And even if they did, what makes you take it? I would admit that just because you told me to.”

My search bar blinked at me like it knew I wasn’t mentally stable. I typed: “how to lie without sounding like a liar” G****e responded with: “Why do people lie? Signs someone is lying. How to stop lying.” “No!” I hissed. “I didn’t ask for therapy!” Backspace!! Try again. “how to keep a long term lie alive without getting caught” G****e acted like an offended grandmother: “It’s better to tell the truth.” “Oh my God,” I muttered. “G****e. Please. I’m begging.”

“You want to dance around the truth, fine. But this game of yours it ends soon. I’m getting closer.” “To what?” he asked, voice dropping. “To me? Or to the truth?” Damn him. He leaned forward. “You’re chasing ghosts. You think I’m the big bad wolf, but I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” “You are the one I should be afraid of,” I whispered, hating the truth in the words. “You make people disappear. You lie with a smile. You kiss like you mean it, then walk away like it meant nothing.”

His gaze sharpened. “I’m good at reading people too.” He relaxed into his chair, though his eyes never softened. “Eyes are honest,” he said. “Even when lips know how to lie.” Chatrine felt something tighten low in her stomach. She answered with a small laugh, light and defensive. “And what exactly do you know about my lips?” “Sometimes they’re sweet enough to poison someone,” Liam replied immediately, a subtle smile lingering at the edge of his voice. “But mostly, they’re just irritating.”

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?”

“I do not trust the media, just like you do not. They lie like it is a sport. But evidence does not. The past does not. So tell me, Mirabella, can a person's past be a lie?” My laughter came out thin, barely a sound, more mockery than amusement. My eyes said he was insane to ask me that, even though my lips settled on something softer. “They should not be,” I replied instead. “But I guess they do not always tell the whole story either, do they?”