#lies

For it wasn't the secret--the secret that wasn't a secret anyway--that led to austerity in our lives. It was the austerity that led to the secret. And what I had been marked by, probably most of all, was the austerity. It had made secrets in my life too. Or silences, anyway, that became secrets. That became lies. ↗

— Sue Miller

#lies #secrets #silences #sue-miller #while-i-was-gone

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love

I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he'd see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything I'd ever done...I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn't. There is none. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#good #lies #love #mrs-coulter #truth

Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you're just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#dirty-red #leah #love #love-me-with-lies #olivia

This is the last time i shall love you, because you have broken me, no more chances, no more reasons. No.More.Lies. ↗

— Izicain

#last-love #lies #no-reason #love

To the Kenyan families, school doesn't really matter because none of them are going on to college. Almost all of drop out of school and so, they're spending their time learning things that are important to them. ↗

— Robert Sternberg

#because #college #drop #families #going

For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed. ***Q&A*** How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#fell #liesel-meminger #max-vandenburg #age

When left unsatisfied, lust becomes violence. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#coming-of-age #perverted #age

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#books #deception #fiction #lies #novels

I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies. ↗

— Le Corbusier

#faster #i #leaves #less #lies