Tangina: It lies to her. It tells her things only a child can understand. It has been using her to restrain the others. To her, it simply is another child. To us, it is The Beast.
Truthful hearts have clear blue skies permanently hidden and bound to thrive from the accusing mists of doubts and lies." ~ Angelica Hopes ~ an excerpt from If I Could Tell You
When a Cabinet Minister who is sacked for telling lies is re-appointed, in the face of every constitutional convention, only for the same man to be sacked again from the same Cabinet for the same offence by the same Prime Minister no wonder the publi...
Nobody hates being lied to more than a liar.
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
Americans detest all lies except lies spoken in public or printed lies.
We make our own truths and lies....Truths are often lies and lies truths...
I wonder how Colin Powell sleeps at night. I would like to have a word with him because he lied. He lied. He lied to me. He lied to my face through the camera at the U.N.
I always sensed instinctively from the earliest age that I was being lied to.
The American public is sick and tired of being lied to.
Beauty lies in the LIES of the beholder!
I don't mined being lied to, but what ever you do never betray me
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
First think of the person who lives in disguise, Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies. Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend, The middle of middle and the end of end? And finally give me the sound often heard During the search ...
Lying is a full time occupation, even if you tell just one, because once you tell it, you're stuck with it. If you want to do it right, you have to visualize it, conjure the graphics, tone, and sequence of action, then relate it purposefully in the m...
Tell me a truth, Senna." "I don't know how," I breath. "Then tell me a lie." "I don't love you," I say. I sink beneath the weight of it all. Isaac stirs behind me, and then he is leaning over me, his elbows on either side of my head. "The truth is fo...
Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences. I stare at him. I'm suddenly exhausted by all the lies I've told him. He's my friend, and I lie to him every day. He deserves better. I wish I could tell him then, more ...
I hated [the commercial art studio] because advertising is telling lies, basically, making crap goods look terrific, and I felt I was so privileged to be an artist anyway, why was I prostituting myself on doing this sort of rubbish? So when I left th...
But the lies which Odette ordinarily told were less innocent, and served to prevent discoveries which might have involved her in the most terrible difficulties with one or another of her friends. And so, when she lied, smitten with fear, feeling hers...
Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad. Lies rot and stink up the joint.
I'm tired of being lied to by government, by the media, and by every corporation I have anything to do with.
