lie

he most effective lie is ninety-nine percent true.

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Faith and Hope are spiritual graces from God; therefore, to look at a situation and to say that __t is hopeless_; or to look at one__ self, and to say that __ am hopeless_, is closing the door in the face of God.

And came to her a realization that the largest humiliation for the person was a lie. And the viler the one to whom you lie, the greater is the humiliation.

Is there possibility somebody to don't lie and to don't say the truth??- Truth hurts!- Lie, just makes mess after mess and mess and you just die as liar (You don't want it, do you?)

Face the truth, face it. Don't face the lie, face the truth!

Someone who lies and someone who tells the truth are playing on opposite sides, so to speak, in the same game. Each responds to the facts as he understands them, although the response of the one is guided by the authority of the truth, while the response of the other defies that authority and refuses to meet its demands. The bullshitter ignores these demands altogether. He does not reject the authority of the truth, as the liar does, and oppose himself to it. He pays no attention to it at all. By virtue of this, bullshit is a greater enemy of the truth than lies are.

Relative truths can also be absolute.Relative absolute truths are like two people looking at the same coin, from two different sides, each sees a different truth and presumes they are looking at the same coin, and yet neither side can see the third side.

There is a lie in between a promise and many excuses.

I don't like the words 'I'm fine'. My mom tells me those two words are the most-frequently-told lie in the English lenguage.

Whoever tells a lie is not pure of heart, and such a person can not cook a clean soup.

Dear Mr. Chance and Ms. Brattle. Sorry about the mess. Great bed. Loved it. As a matter of fact, loved the whole house. Actually, I tried to kill your kids when I found them here. Yeah, funny story. Maybe not funny, hah hah.___strid heard nervous laughter from the media people, or maybe just from the hotel staff who were hovering around the edges grabbing a glimpse of the Hollywood royalty.___nyway, I missed and they got away. I don__ know what will happen to Sanjit and that stick-up-his butt Choo and the rest, but whatever happens next, it__ not on me. However . . .___strid took a dramatic pause.___owever, the rest of what happened was on me. Me, Caine Soren. You__l probably be hearing a lot of crazy stories from kids. But what they didn__ know was that it was all me. Me. Me me. See, I had a power I never told anyone about. I had the power to make people do bad things. Crimes and whatnot. Especially Diana, who never did anything wrong on her own, by her own will, I mean. She__nd the rest of them__ere under my control. The responsibility is on me. I confess. Haul me away, officers.___strid suddenly felt her throat tightening, although she__ read the letter many times already, and knew what it said. Rotten son of a . . . And then this.Redemption. Not a bad concept.Well, partial redemption.__t__ signed Caine Soren. And below that, __ing of the FAYZ.___t was a full confession. A lie: a blatant, not-very-convincing lie. But it would be just enough to make prosecutions very difficult. Caine__ role in the FAYZ, and the reality that strange powers had actually existed in that space, were widely known and accepted.Of course Caine had enjoyed writing it. It was his penultimate act of control. He was manipulating from beyond the grave.

It's hard to impress me in case you don't know me, to lie me there isn't purpose I will find soon or later the truth. The lie just make the stuff complex and complex and after all I just don't want anymore to believe in your words, if you want to sacrifice this okay, continue to do this and I can assure that soon everything will come in it's order.

The lie, of course, is more interesting.

Because it's not a lie if it's how you feel.

... 'You can't read everything. I've never got beyond the beginning of Proust. I love him, but I can't seem to get beyond about page three.'They were comfortable in each other's company, and this confession seemed to accentuate the ease of their relationship. The confession itself was not entirely true; Isabel had read more Proust than that, but other people undoubtedly found it reassuring to think that one had only read a few pages. Certainly those who claimed to have read Proust in his entirety got scant sympathy from others. And yet, she suddenly wondered, should you actually lie about how much Proust you've read? Some politicians, she reminded herself, did that--or the equivalent--when they claimed to be down-to-earth, no-nonsense types, just like the voters, when all the time they were secretly delighting in Proust . . .

If I said I was madly in love with you you'd know I was lying.

...and an edge that could cut a truth from a lie.