The angel destroyed me! He seduced me with a pure voice, spoke kind words, and stroked my hair to lower my guard, to make me trust him, to trick me! He sullied my body, my voice, my heart; remade me as a terrifying monster; turned me into his companion! The angel was a disfigured phantom wearing a mask!
Mizuki NomuraStichwörter: love deceit seduction
Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie and steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees
Dee RemyStichwörter: lies vision mind self-image deceit mirrors self-confrontation
What did one see if one looked in any depth into the world of this writer's fiction? Elegant self-control concealing from the world's eyes until the very last moment a state of inner disintegration and biological decay; sallow ugliness, sensuously marred and worsted, which nevertheless is able to fan its smouldering concupiscence to a pallid impotence, which from the glowing depths of the spirit draws strength to cast down a whole proud people at the foot of the Cross and set its own foot upon them as well; gracious poise and composure in the empty austere service of form; the false, dangerous life of the born deceiver, his ambition and his art which lead so soon to exhaustion ---
Thomas MannStichwörter: art writers fiction decay deceit form
…deceitful!” she decided with a little bounce of fury that briefly ballooned the silk of her trousers. “There! You deceitful …”
“Gillia…”
“…misleading, dishonest, insincere…”
“Those are all the same words, Gill—”
“Ooh! Liar!”
She’d managed to get her hands on a small pillow. He ducked just as it whizzed past him. In justice, however, it did strike the mosaic vase behind him on an engraved mahogany pedestal, and it tipped and spun on its base before landing in a shattered heap on the bare floor.
“Now, look what you’ve done!” she accused tearfully and bolted from the room.
Stichwörter: romance anger betrayal deceit
I understand it was Derian who spoiled everything. He purposefully tainted your view of me and forced you to go along with him. I know none of what happened was your idea or your desire, Eena.”
She didn’t get up, but spoke from her curled position. Her voice was weak, still heavy with despair. “Derian didn’t force me to do anything.”
“But if he hadn’t influenced you, we would be enjoying a pleasant dinner again, telling stories and laughing. I’m sure that would be the case. You would be happy……and so would I.”
Eena chuckled without amusement.
“You have to admit we shared some very enjoyable evenings, didn’t we? There’s really no reason we can’t put this whole mess behind us and start from where we left off.” He sounded genuinely serious.
“You forget,” she reminded him, “I heard your conversation with the Ghengats. This isn’t about Derian, it’s about you.”
“Alright,” he admitted with an acquiescent sigh, “so I’m not everything you’d hoped for. But really, what man can ever live up to any woman’s terribly high expectations?”
This got her attention. She almost stood up to face him, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Leaning forward, she retorted, “Expecting a man to respect you, to be honest with you, and, oh yes, to not be a shameless murderer—I don’t think those are overly high expectations!”
He shrugged, casually excusing his faults. “Nobody’s perfect.”
“What do you want?” she finally asked, exasperated.
He squatted to her level and stated his desire. “I want you.”
Eena thought the expression on his face—the look in his weary blue eyes—appeared strangely sincere. But there was one thing she had learned from all this: never trust a master of deceit.
Stichwörter: love lust desire perfection expectations deceit boyfriend richelle richelle-goodrich eena
In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the buckle of the strap that you may fall and crack your skull; one wrenches off your horse's shoes, another steals your whip, and the least treacherous of them all is the man whom you see coming to fire his pistol at you point blank.
Honoré de BalzacStichwörter: honesty deceit treachery
Children wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit.
Robert Charles WilsonStichwörter: childhood adulthood lying deceit
A surfeit of information often hides an untruth,” he said, with annoying clarity.
Jasper FfordeStichwörter: information deceit untruth
In the essence of truth lies deceit.
Dejan StojanovicStichwörter: truth poetry philosophy literature poets essence deceit quotes poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic the-sun-watches-the-sun
Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.
Dejan StojanovicStichwörter: poetry philosophy literature poets boredom deceit quotes absolute poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic the-sun-watches-the-sun dispelling
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