#lia

All of us have to be prevaricators, hypocrites, and liars every day of our lives; otherwise the social structure would fall into pieces the first day. We must act in one another's presence just as we must wear clothes. It is for the best ↗

— O. Henry

#hypocrisy #liars #hypocrisy

The anarch nurtures no expectations. He stakes on no one but himself. Basically, people remain pied pipers, whatever melodies they play to introduce themselves. And as for the rats - that is a chapter unto itself. ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#ernst-jünger #self-reliance #anarchism

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions. ↗

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

#feminism #short-story #short-story

Your criticism sounds to me as if you have read too many critical books and are too smart in an artificial, destructive, and very limited way. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#william-sessions #destruction

It isn't deep," the Eddisian Ambassador said from the other side of the bed. He was leaning over the wound, looking critical and mildly disappointed. Eugenides didn't miss a beat. "It is...too...deep!" he insisted, outraged. ↗

— Megan Whalen Turner

#criticism

If you lay a finger on our pirates again, I'm going to kick your ass! ↗

— Hidekaz Himaruya

#arthur-kirkland #britain #england #hetalia #hidekaz-himaruya

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still. ↗

— Roman Payne

#fathers #husbands #liars #lovers #lying

Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you. ↗

— David Gemmell

#instinct #self-reliance #trust #decisions

When one woman strikes at the heart of another, she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal. ↗

— Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

#fatal #heart #marquise-de-merteuil #revenge #revenge

Oh, God, Francesca,Now there’s a good one.Why?Why? Why?” He gave each one a different tenor, as if he were testing out the word, asking it to different people. “Why?” he asked again, this time with increased volume as he turned around to face her. “Why? It’s because I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when you were with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but I love you, anyway.” Francesca sagged against the door. “How’s that for a witty little joke?” he mocked. “I loveyou. I loveyou, my cousin’s wife. I loveyou, the one woman I can never have. I loveyou, Francesca Bridger-ton Stirling. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #lover #love