Quotes About Liars Novels & Stories

“Why would you tell me this?” “Because someone had to,” Harper said with a feigned sweetness. “Everyone’s been walking around on eggshells, letting you play princess in a castle built on lies.” She paused, her expression hardening. “I figured it was time someone told the truth, take it from an old friend, before you embarrass yourself even more.” A hint of malicious enjoyment spread across her face. Silence hung heavy in the air, with tension. Lia stepped forward, her fists clenched. “You think that changes anything? I might not have their blood, but I’m still more real than you’ll ever be. At least I don’t need to destroy people to feel relevant.” Her voice dripped with disdain.

– Mia says loudly as if she wants to cry, her face serious. Malcolm laces his fingers together, replying nonchalantly: "Yes, you think I was lying?" “But what did he do to make you use a knife to be with her like that?…” “He lied. Have I told you this before, kitten? I hate liars the most. Liars will never be forgiven!” Mia then asks again: “So have you ever lied? I'm sure everyone has made mistakes. Instead of a heavy fine, you can give a light warning…”

He wasn’t happy at his appearance; he knew he would spoil his show. ‘Liar. You’ve cooked another story for these deluded ones, and they believed you. Men, he had been telling you a lie. All what he said, was lie.’ Zealot said, laughing. ‘Don’t always believe him when he speaks.’ Adam wasn’t happy. He frown his face, and said, ‘why do you always spoil my show, whenever am enjoying it?’ ‘Why don’t you always tell the truth?’ Zealot asked him. Anderson walked to Adam, and gave him a knock on the head, ‘so you’ve been fooling us all along.’

“How dare you sully my son's memory with your lies? Do you know the implications of your claim?“ “Sir, I may be a worthless nobody, a lowlife and a mere speck of dust compared to you all, but I'm not a liar. My aunt taught me to respect the truth, no matter how painful and to stand by my words, even when it's difficult.” Leo rolls his eyes and snorts. “Oh, come on! The 'I'm a poor, noble soul' act? How original. Did your aunt teach you to speak in cliches too? And what'd you think this is, a badly scripted rag-to-riches soap opera? Get real.”

“Not everything is a lie. Just because you expect it to be, it doesn’t mean it is.” Her eyes narrow to slits. “Who had you believing everyone is a liar?”

They will devastate your past, expose your fears and use your weaknesses. Trust me, don't trust them. They are trained liars, and make her think there are no flaws. Don't go back to the past, don't tell your secrets, do not answer questions, do not show the truth. Trust me, don't trust them.

"Okay, but did you die? No? Well, guess what? You’re still here. That’s a win, Lia. You’re always gonna be facing things that feel way too big for you. But you’re stronger than you think." I couldn’t help but laugh, a little more genuinely this time. "You sound like some kind of motivational speaker." "Hey, if the whole 'saving your butt' thing doesn't work out, I could do the whole inspirational quote business." She nudged me again. "But seriously, Lia. You’re doing great. And if it makes you feel better, you’re not the only one who feels like they’re drowning in their mess." I smirked. "You feel like you're drowning in a magical mess too?"

But the scandals that had swirled around my name in Chicago, fueled by false rumors and vicious gossip, had taken a toll. Even though the whispers about my personal life had been proven untrue, the damage was done. Clients hesitated, contracts dried up, and I’d felt the weight of those judging eyes every time I stepped into a meeting. “Lunaris took a hit because of me, Alice,” I said quietly, my voice heavy with regret. “Those rumors, even though they were lies, hurt the business. It’s not just my dream—it’s yours too. I don’t want to be the reason it fails.”

"Because they make readers believe in lies," he said, his tone turning serious. "They write about the impossible, feed people fairy-tale happy endings, and most of all, they distort the truth of real life." What an absurd way of thinking, I thought. Just because of that, he had the nerve to call us liars and cheaters?

Judging by how much money they gleaned from you over the years, perhaps this is a trick they pulled to swindle you out of money. Just like that, she made it look like Mom and I were nothing but gold-diggers. Indeed, Mom's medical bills had weighed heavily on our finances over the years. Hans seemed to have realized this too, and his expression immediately hardened. "Lauren, we've been married for ages. There's no need to lie to me. I hate liars like you the most!" he spat. "Stay here and reflect on yourself. I'll go confirm whether your mom's situation is true."