Deceit
Quotes - People love answers
“Vengeance,
retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers—vile, beguiling demons
promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in
truth they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining.”
―
Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse
“Terrorism”
is a word that has become a plague on our vocabulary, the excuse and reason and
moral permit for state-sponsored violence— our violence—which is now used on
the innocent of the Middle East ever more outrageously and promiscuously.
Terrorism, terrorism, terrorism. It has become a full stop, a punctuation mark,
a phrase, a speech, a sermon, the be-all and end-all of everything that we must
hate in order to ignore injustice and occupation and murder on a mass scale.
Terror, terror, terror, terror. It is a sonata, a symphony, an orchestra tuned
to every television and radio station and news agency report, the soap-opera of
the Devil, served up on prime-time or distilled in wearyingly dull and
mendacious form by the right-wing “commentators” of the American east coast or
the Jerusalem Post or the intellectuals of Europe. Strike against Terror.
Victory over Terror. War on Terror. Everlasting War on Terror. Rarely in
history have soldiers and journalists and presidents and kings aligned
themselves in such thoughtless, unquestioning ranks.”
―
Robert Fisk, The Great War for Civilisation: The Conquest of the Middle East
“Cleverness
isn't always true nor is the truth always clever.”
―
Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality
“I’ve
got my Sig and I’m in a car I swiped,” Bert raged on.” I thought of that much
ahead. I don’t miss! It’s like candy, Sammy. His car is candy red. Like
Valentine’s Day for me!” I ain’t gonna let a perfect moment pass, Sammy. I’m my
own man now in this stuff. I done enough already to earn the respect I don’t
get. I’m not stupid, so go to bed.”
―
Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm
“People
love answers, but only as long as they are the ones who came up with them.”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“It’s
a divorce, not cancer.”
―
J.K. Franko, Killing Johnny Miracle
“Walk
straight ahead
Listen
to no one
Trust
not in the walls or doorways
For
they will mislead
And
close behind you
As
you walk through
The
forest, not knowing
Where
you’ve come from
Or
where you’re going …
If
anywhere at all.”
―
Renée Paule, Just Around The Bend: Más o Menos
“I’ve
watched hundreds of deed transfers take place right here on the steps of the
Registry,” Michele mused. “At those moments of transfer, I’ve seen in the eyes
of desperate sellers an emotional reconciliation of irrevocably relinquishing a
homestead, a treasured dominion, willingly or otherwise. Perhaps all these
deeds, Mr. Geoffrey…perhaps they, too, have their own soul, a predilection that
would tell me more than what they say if only I had the capacity to ask.”
―
Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm
“There
is no other way to determine the difference between the will of God and the
crafts of satan... Jesus is the way, the truth and the life... The Holy Spirit
of God is the Comforter...”
―
Israelmore Ayivor
“Neville's
a pleasant sort of standby when there's nothing more exciting on the go. A
safe, attractive, reliable chap. He's respectful, never having tried to get her
into bed which, if she was a better sort of person, she might appreciate.”
―
Lesley Glaister, A Particular Man
“Selling
eternal life is an unbeatable business, with no customers ever asking for their
money back after the goods are not delivered.”
―
Victor J. Stenger
“As
time moves on the line will blur. It will no longer seem to be the simplicity
of good versus evil, but good versus fools who think they are good.”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“You
have a virus time bomb in your software. The active boot partition of your
system has been encrypted. You must respond to this message within fifteen
minutes to prevent detonation.”
―
Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant
“Sir,
I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space,
and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with
grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a
love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I
love you.”
―
William Shakespeare
“Some
prevailing signs of social climbers are their:
-
ticking cunning ambition
-
times of deceit
-
hand of wickedness
-
gloves of bigotry
-
hidden bunch of schemes
-
cup of pride
-
sip of prejudice
-
odour of greed
-
grit of hatred
Their
favorite hunger is comparing themselves to others. A thirst of competition with
sloth, jealousy and anger at their spirits.”
―
Angelica Hopes, Landscapes of a Heart, Whispers of a Soul
“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.”
―
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Dawn and Rescue
