Quotes About Liars Novels & Stories

Alaric pov "Liam, do you know that popular quote?" I asked, drumming my fingers mindlessly against the desk as I took a bite of the apple in my hand. "They say when life gives you lemons, squeeze them into your enemy's eyes." I tilted my head, a smirk curling on my lips as I watched him sigh and shake his head. "Boss, you got it wrong. The quote is 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.'"

“I hate liars. I just hate it when someone lies to me. Really, I hate that-” “Everybody lies.” Alice told him rolling her eyes. “You know when someone lies to me and I know they are lying, I ask myself, what does this person think of me? Do I look that stupid?” He then looked at me. “Do you get me?” “Yeah, I get you.” I replied. “Yeah, so don’t ever lie to me.” He told me, very seriously. “Ever. I take lying very personal. I’m not stupid…” “If your therapy session is over now, can we move on?” Alice asked him.

No trial court first? Shoot! Stop blabbing nonsense Nina, we don't even know what his purpose is and what his name is, and why did he suddenly pop out of nowhere and scaring my wits. Then what did he mean when he said danger? And where did he come from? What does he know about the library? I faked a cough to hide the embarrassment. Just now, I talked to a child again and then what he said was a liar. I'm pretty sure that complete sentence was "liars go to hell."

“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. – William Shakespeare.” Liara had read this quote when she was a kid, but at that time, she didn’t understand the meaning of this quote because she never got late in her life, but what happened next to her? She really wished that she would have arrived earlier than now. Her mate stabbed her father!!

When he didn’t immediately lift it, my smile sharpened into something dangerous. "You know what I do to liars," I said, my voice almost gentle. The way you’d tell a child not to play with matches. Liam stared at me, confused. I took a sip of my whiskey and then continued. "You know, there's nothing I despise more than liars and manipulators. I had a brush with one of those snakes years back that left me jaded for a long time after. You remember him, right?” “I do.” Liam replied. I could tell he was already getting uncomfortable.

Finally, he wrote: “It’s not what it looks like. I promise. But I understand if you can’t believe that right now.” He didn’t send it. Because sometimes, even truth can sound like a lie when it comes too late. Across the city, the lights dimmed. The world quieted. But in the silence, stories kept spinning a thousand versions of what happened, none of them real, all of them believed. By dawn, Amara’s name was trending. Her poetry page overflowed with comments. People called her brave, foolish, naïve, strong everything except human. And Liam? He became the villain again.

"Oh please, like you even know what it takes to be a boss. You probably couldn't even handle a basic Excel spreadsheet." "Coming from someone who probably thinks a PowerPoint presentation is their biggest accomplishment." Adrienne's eyes narrowed, her smirk turning into a devious smile. "You know what they say about assumptions, right? They make an ass out of 'u' and 'mptions.' Trust me, you're an expert at that." Linc raised an eyebrow, his expression unyielding. "Says the queen of cliché quotes. You should consider a career in motivational posters." Adrienne feigned surprise, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"What? Do you expect me to say 'I hate you, too?' Nah, I'm not a liar." But I am a liar. I am a deceiver. I am a betrayer. Everyone around you is not someone you can trust. I hope I could say that but worse luck, I am one of everyone. 🔸🔸🔸

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 gave his chin gentle strokes. "But why?" I couldn't fathom why anyone would choose to be deliberately so wicked. "No one knows. But we could." He snaked an arm around my shoulder, "why was the liar gas created?" "So people wouldn't be able to lie?" I answered sincerely. He just gave a little laugh and leaned forward to kiss me, "what do you say to being superheroes again?" He asked after pulling away. "I say, I do." I smiled against his neck.