Anne Rice Quotes

Obviously I wasn't playing well at the time. But as a player, you lie to yourself. You say, "There's nothing wrong. I'm just not on time [at the plate]." You make something else up because pain is not an option.

i swore i could feel my lies slithering inside me like snakes, wrapping themselves around me and constricting. i felt they were squeezing the air from my lungs, tightening around my heart.

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

With fear come the lies and the justifications that, no matter how convincing, lower our self-esteem.

Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them. I am all anger and resentment all the time. Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.

I'm weak cause I believe you and I'm mad because I love.

How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.

I don't like denial. I don't like repression.

Trump lies when confronted with the truth, since any crack in his narcissism might spread like an Ebola of the soul, and he would deflate like one of Macy's balloons on the Friday after Thanksgiving.

A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

You may be sure that when a man begins to call himself a realist he is preparing to do something that he is secretly ashamed of doing.

How do men feel whose whole lives (and many men's lives are) are lies, schemes, and subterfuges? What sort of company do they keep when they are alone? Daily in life I watch men whose every smile is an artifice, and every wink is an hypocrisy. Doth such a fellow where a mask in his own privacy, and to his own conscience?

Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

But sometimes living in denial was the only way to keep a man from going on a killing spree.

I told her I loved her and all. It was a lie, of course, but the thing is, I meant it when I said it. I'm crazy. I swear to God I am.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

He sat watching the people go by, wondering how a thing of this sort could have come about, I must have let myself get mixed up in something horrible, he thought ... Probably she's the one who did it; I have no control of myself or anything that's happened. So now I'm waking up. I'm awake, he thought ... I've been destroyed and now that I'm awake all I can do is realize it ... The shock of getting up there and telling that account made me see. Mixture of lies and bits of truth. Woven together. Unable to see where each starts.

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

We manufacture anger to give ourselves the illusion of power when we feel weak and helpless.

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him.

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it