Jilly Cooper Quotes

Love is not really blind- the bandage is never so tight but that it can peep.

One is easily fooled by that which one loves.

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.

Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are.

... But he believed that every great love was in some measure a terrible mistake.

But no one is easier to delude than a parent; they see only what they wish to see.

In the time it takes us to look beyond the lies, we could be sailing in each other's eyes.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?

Seeming and being are not one and the same.

Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.

Just friends, just friends. Standing there in the bookstore, watching Seth walk away, I half wondered how anyone could still use that line. But I knew why, of course. It was used because people still believed it. Or at least they wanted to.

Appearances are not held to be a clue to the truth,' said his cousin. 'But we seem to have no other.

Most portraits are lies. People are rarely what they appear to be, especially in front of a camera. You might know me your entire lifetime and never reveal yourself to me. To interpret wrinkles as character is insult not insight.

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

False love is only blinder.

Things don't always look as they seem.

Love is like a card trick. After you know how it works, it's no fun any more.

But we're lost in a world of appearances now.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Appearances are deceptive.

The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip.

Truth does less good in the world than its appearances do harm.