Quotes on Lying

Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity.

I do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no God. I equally cannot prove that Satan is a fiction. The Christian god may exist; so may the gods of Olympus, or of ancient Egypt, or of Babylon. But no one of these hypotheses is more probable than any other: they lie outside the region of even probable knowledge, and therefore there is no reason to consider any of them.

Nobody ever lies about being lonely.

The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself

He that lies with the dogs, riseth with fleas.

Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.

America has become one of the foremost countries in regard to the depth of the abyss which lies between the handful of arrogant multimillionaires who wallow in filth and luxury, and the millions of working people who constantly live on the verge of pauperism.

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

We are prone to see what lies behind our eyes, rather than what apprears before them.

I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past.

Promises are worse than lies. You don't just make them believe, you also make them hope.

The portion we see of human beings is very small: their formats and faces, voices and words.... beyond these, like an immense dark continent, lies all that has made them.

I would rather do what I did than crawl in front of a ritualistic Left and lie the way those other comrades did betray my own soul.

The job of the novelist is to invent: to embroider, to color, to embellish, to entertain, to make things up. The art of what I do lies not in research or even recollection but primarily in invention.

What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings. We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead. We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that's the burden of a year.

I live in the spirit of prayer. I pray as I walk about, when I lie down and when I rise up. And the answers are always coming.

But mostly they were lies I told; it wasn't my fault, I couldn't remember, because it was as though I'd been to one of those supernatural castles visited by characters in legends: once away, you do not remember, all that is left is the ghostly echo of haunting wonder.

I have never seasoned a truth with the sauce of a lie in order to digest it more easily

Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.