Quotes About Liars Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Just harmless fun? You have no idea the kind of world I move in, do you?” Her confusion curdled into anger. “You’re acting like I sold your secrets to some enemy or something.” “You might as well have!” he thundered. “You handed them a sword and begged them to stab me with it.” “You’re exaggerating,” she snapped, standing now. “No one lost a deal because of me.” Lucian’s laugh was humorless. “You think everyone lives in your little bubble of salons and gossip? These men see one headline and decide whether you're a liability. You don’t get second chances.”

"When I say you lots are foolish, it'll look like an insult, when in the true sense it's actually a compliment. You lots are worse off, than being termed foolish. And Look, I am beyond appalled by your shallow-mindedness and the gibberish that's oozing out of your mouth." "Yeah, I know. There are other werelions out there, but should we wait for them to come to us, before we take 'em down. Nah, y'all should know better. But since, you lots do not know anything, I'll generously take the burden of educating you over and over again."

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

I commanded firmly. She didn’t argue anymore and just stared blankly into the distance. After a few moments, she took a deep breath and spoke. "You know what I hate the most?" she asked, looking at me with sharp, furious eyes. "I hate liars and people who give false hope. Those who say they don’t like you but then pull you aside, kiss you, and make you believe otherwise. Those are the kind of guys I hate the most, the ones who toy with women, messing with their heads as if it’s all just a game. I don’t understand why they find it fun. They can’t even be content with one woman. Is that really how all men are?"

“… you lose another finger.” “I’ll tell you the truth.” He sobbed as he tried to plead with me. A smirk crept up on my face. “I certainly hope so.” I shook my head once again. “You’ve already established what your word is worth.” He cried openly now. Blood dripped steadily from the edge of the desk onto the floor. I walked toward the windows overlooking the city. “The problem with liars…” I spoke without turning around. “… is they expect everyone else to believe them because they’ve convinced themselves.”

I wanted to tell him the truth , but his girlfriend was there and I think he understood that when I looked at her and then to him before I answered. “ Needed a fresh start” I simply state – I rather not make up a lie which only leads to more lying , eventually I was bound to get caught up in them. He smiles at me in a mischievous way , as if he knew I was lying and that he knew something that I did not. “What do you think honey?” he asks Penny , which made me stroke her chin with her fingers before she says something that confuses and shocks me.

I lied smoothly. The shadow tightened its grip around my leather boot, throwing a silent, dramatic tantrum. Selena laughed softly, the sound cutting through the gloomy morning air. "You're both terrible liars." "That's not true. I'm an excellent liar." In response to my claim, a second shadow emerged from my coat pocket, wavering in the air as if deeply offended by my lack of integrity.

Wrong choice of words “Doesn’t he love you? Can’t he do just this little thing for you, surely is no big deal for him?” That was the thing about lying; it forces a person into tight corners. More lies, to cover up previous lies and eventually you become a liar, living a life of lies. “Yeah your right, I have him on the palm of my hands, I will get him to change his mind don’t worry” “Perfect” Lies could be sweet at the moment, it could look like the only choice but their later effect is so bitter that it just not worth it. “Thank you Amelia- for everything”

I faced the sea and voiced the question I wanted to ask. "What character trait do you hate the most?" I asked, waiting for his response. He took a moment to think, and I patiently waited for his answer. "I hate liars the most." "Why?" I inquired, trying to meet his gaze to see how he would respond. "Because liars make me expect things beyond my thoughts. It's like they embellish the situation, but at the same time, they worsen it. They're a prime example of expectations versus reality. It's frustrating because they sometimes make us happy just to cover up the truth," he said, giving me a subtle smile.

Such a talented little liar he was… After all, the most convincing lies were the ones which contained some truth to them. From my hiding place nearby, I watched him put on this act. He thought he had me all wrapped around his little finger. But who could truly be certain of what was real, in this life? You talked about forever, but only meant it for the moment. From one person to the next, you’d swear that they’ll be the only person you’ll ever love. In the end, love was nothing but a lie that two people told one another.