It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

Lie to yourself until it's true.

When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

Fiction comes in all shapes and sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We all tell them. Sometimes,because we hope to entertain. Sometimes,because we need to distract. And sometimes, because we have to.

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.