Fiona Apple Quotes

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

The whole world is run on bluff.

The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.

The art of pleasing is the art of deception.

Things are not always as they seem.

The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.

The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

There is no more dangerous experiment than that of undertaking to be one thing before a man's face and another behind his back.

World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps

Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.

Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.

Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.

Everything that falls upon the eye is apparition, a sheet dropped over the world's true workings. The nerves and the brain are tricked, and one is left with dreams that these specters loose their hands from ours and walk away, the curve of the back and the swing of the coat so familiar as to imply that they should be permanent fixtures of the world, when in fact nothing is more perishable.

It is not uncommon to charge the difference between promise and performance, between profession and reality, upon deep design and studied deceit; but the truth is, that there is very little hypocrisy in the world.

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

A lie was something that hadn't happened but might just as well have.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned?

Fantasy and reality often overlap.

We don't even know if we're in this room. We could be in a turtle's dream in outer space.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

He's the kind of guy who will stab you in the back right to your face.

Symbolism erects a facade of respectability to hide the indecency of dreams.