#liar

God didn't give eternal life to just a few of us. No way. Impossible. So there must be something really big in the way of us knowing what we are. Fortunately, it's just a liar :D ↗

— Niramisa Weiss

#life

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist. ↗

— John Green

#writer #writer

All liars ... lie to protect themselves, to shield their egos from the raw pain of truth. ↗

— Aminatta Forna

#love

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#love #narration #peculiar #poetry #love

Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan - or so he made her believe. ↗

— Jean Rhys

#goddess #liar #love #lover #mistress

She groaned as her face turned to press against the rosewood floor. "Welly, remind me to order a better mattress for my bed. This one is far too firm." "Oh, Eliza," Wellington gasped, now remembering why he was in these lush surroundings. "No broken nose, I hope." "S'all right," Braun slurred. Her voiced dropped to a whisper. "My ample bosom broke my fall. ↗

— Philippa Ballantine

#ministry-of-peculiar-occurrences #philippa-ballantine #tee-morris #humor

Of course, the liar often imagines that he does no harm as long as his lies go undetected. ↗

— Sam Harris

#lying #imagination

If a man, who says he loves you, won’t tell you the details of a private conversation between him and another woman you can be sure he is not protecting your heart. He is protecting himself and the women he has feelings for. Wise women simply see things as they are not as their low self-esteem allows. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#ex-boyfriend #liar #love

Did you really believe I was Toby? Puh-lease. I would have killed myself too. I mean, honestly - ew. He totally had it coming. Karma's a bitch, and so am I - just ask Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer.... ↗

— Sara Shepard

#pretty-little-liars #sara-shepard #karma

He was the most perfectly formed man she'd ever imagined. He was movie stars, men in underwear commercials, guys at the gym, the construction worker in the red T-shirt who'd whistled at her but she'd pretended she hadn't heard; he was the men in three-piece suits whose brains were as sexy as their bodies; he was lazy, indolent seventeen-year-old boys whose muscles bulged out of their clothes, rodeo stars, and those smooth-cheeked, eyeglassed men who held their children tenderly. He was all of them. ↗

— Jude Deveraux

#romance #sweet-liar #imagination