Jim Butcher Quotes

Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.

All is not gold that glitters.

Disillusion is the last illusion.

My theory on Jenks: The guys look really good from afar, but once they come up to our table they are jacked hideous. It reminds me of the aquarium next door to Jenks, where it's just good to look. The moment you tap on the glass and make them come to you, it just freaks you out.

All is not gold that glisters.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.

Get beyond his eyes and his smile and the sheen of his hair - look at what's really there.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

Hope deceives more men than cunning does.

Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care Is to seem everything but what they are.

Most orgies that you go to, I have found, most of it is sad. All that wildness, all those laughs were like the shining silver and gold paper on packages, but there was nothing inside.

I was going to say the beginning is the good part, when it's all sparks and sparkles, before they are inevitably unmasked as assholes.

The grass is always greener over the septic tank.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

There's a word for that kind of lie. Hope.

There are women who are not beautiful but only look that way.

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

We are deceived by promises and time disappoints us.

When something looks too good to be true, it usually is.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

Pretences go a great way with men that take fair words and magisterial looks for current payment.

We may well lie with what seems to be a woman of flesh and blood, and yet all the time it is only a devil in the shape of a woman.

Illusions are bound to be shattered

There some trifles well habited, as there are some fools well clothed.

it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets