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Beautiful Lies Quotes (page 2)

A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie. Charles Edward Montague
And they'll vote for me because I'm the best liar, because I do it honestly, with a certain finesse. They know that lies and truth are very close, and that something beautiful rests between. Mark Helprin
Samuel Taylor Coleridge quote: "The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a..."
The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things. Lived on; and so did I. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Georg Cantor quote: "My beautiful proof lies all in ruins."
My beautiful proof lies all in ruins. Georg Cantor
Diane Ackerman quote: "It began in mystery and it will end in mystery, but what a..."
It began in mystery and it will end in mystery, but what a rare and beautiful country lies in between. Diane Ackerman
Dreaming is not merely an act of communication (or coded communication, if you like); it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine--to dream about things that have not happened--is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were not beautiful, they would be quickly forgotten. Milan Kundera
The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying. Mark Twain
Dreaming is not only an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind’s deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten. Milan Kundera
This City now doth like a garment wear. The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie. Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. William Wordsworth
My dear sister! I’m amazed to discover that you can compose so delightfully. In a word, your Lied is beautiful. You must compose more often. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Australian history is almost always picturesque; indeed, it is so curious and strange, that it is itself the chiefest novelty the country has to offer, and so it pushes the other novelties into second and third place. It does not read like history, but like the most beautiful of lies. And all of a fresh new sort, no mouldy old stale ones. It is full of surprises, and adventures, and incongruities, and contradictions, and incredibilities; but they are all true, they all happened. Mark Twain
She was not happy--she never had been. Whence came this insufficiency in life--this instantaneous turning to decay of everything on which she leaned? But if there were somewhere a being strong and beautiful, a valiant nature, full at once of exaltation and refinement, a poet's heart in an angel's form, a lyre with sounding chords ringing out elegiac epithalamia to heaven, why, perchance, should she not find him? Ah! How impossible! Besides, nothing was worth the trouble of seeking it;... Gustave Flaubert
The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes, and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies. Laura Ingalls Wilder
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, Your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known. Your country? I do not know in what latitude it lies. Beauty? I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate it as you hate God. Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds the clouds that pass up there Up there the wonderful clouds! Charles Baudelaire
I submit that Zooey's face was close to being a wholly beautiful face. As such, it was of course vulnerable to the same variety of glibly undaunted and usually specious evaluations that any legitimate art object is. I think it just remains to be said that any one of a hundred everyday menaces? a car accident, a head cold, a lie before breakfast? could have disfigured or coarsened his bounteous good looks in a day or a second. J. D. Salinger

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