Theodor W. Adorno Quotes

As someone who specializes in deception, I'll tell you this much: When someone insistently implores, 'Believe me,' don't. Pleading 'believe me' or 'trust me' - insisting to people that you are telling the truth - is a tell-tale sign that you probably aren't.

I can smell bullshit from a mile away but it's so much harder to detect when it's around you all day.

We assume that all statements must be mild inversions of the truth, because it's too weird to imagine people who aren't casually lying, pretty much all the time.

I keep reading between the lies.

The great advantage about telling the truth is that nobody ever believes it.

The music industry is a world of smoke and mirrors: they tell you exactly what they think you want to hear. And they are bare-faced lying. I tend to stay away from that.

Never trust a man who lays his hand on his heart when he assures you of anything.

Interesting." Raistlin coughed the word. Tanis glanced at him sharply. "What is interesting?" "I've never heard you lie before, Half-Elf," Raistlin said softly. " I find it...quite...fascinating.

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

Let nothing dupe you! Such is the horrible maxim that acts as a solvent upon every noble feeling man experiences.

All my life I have lied. I lied to escape, I lied to be loved, I lied for placement and power; I lied to lie. It was a way of living; lies are life's almost-anagram.

You know there's no crooked politicians. There's never a lie because there is never any truth.

You say you’re sick, huh? Well, it looks like you’ve come down with a case of bullshit.

Donald Trump doesn't have clear contact with reality, though I'm not sure it qualifies as a bona fide delusion. He needs things to be a certain way even though they aren't, and that's one reason he lies. There can also be a conscious manipulative element to it. When he put forward, and politically thrived on, the falsehood of President Obama's birth in Kenya, outside the United States, he was manipulating that lie as well as undoubtedly believing it in part, at least in a segment of his personality.

The girl was grateful to the young man for every bit of flattery; she wanted to linger for a moment in its warmth and so she said, 'You're very good at lying.' 'Do I look like a liar?' 'You look like you enjoy lying to women,' said the girl, and into her words there crept unawares a touch of the old anxiety, because she really did believe that her young man enjoyed lying to women.

Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

You have to learn to read between the lies.

I don't lie." "You don't lie," I repeated. "That's what I said." "Ever." "Nope." Sure you don't, I thought.

I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.

I thought you said you were the one in charge!" Ce'Nedra exclaimed. I lied." Silk said. "It's a vice I have.

Irony is the recourse of the weak-minded wimp, I think. I hate bands that deliver their songs with knowing smiles on their faces, so that if those songs fall flat they can say 'Ah well, we never really meant it anyway.' It's so dishonest.

If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.

A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.

I think we're lied to about a number of things.

Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God himself, were it possible.