A Quote by George R. R. Martin

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love. — © George R. R. Martin
Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
You can see the cruelest part of the world, the cruelest part. But then on the other side, you see the most beautiful part. Do you know? It's like you go from one extreme to the next. And they're both worth it because you wouldn't see the one without the other one. But that cruel part is damn cruel and you'll never forget it. But that heaven is heaven.
People can love their lies, tell their lies, believe their own lies until hell pays a visit.
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Love is a great thing. It is not by chance that in all times and practically among all cultured peoples love in the general senseand the love of a man for his wife are both called love. If love is often cruel or destructive, the reasons lie not in love itself, but in the inequality between people.
They are longing for a war with Iran. Iran is no more a harm to us than was Iraq or Afghanistan. They invented an enemy, they tell lies, lies, lies. The New York Times goes along with their lies, lies, lies. And they don't stop. When the public that's lied to 30 times a day it's apt to believe the lies, is not it?
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--
Passion now begins to wake and whom we desire, we will take then we'll cut them down to the quick love itself the cruelest trick. Moved we are by loves sweet song though it plays not for long we can blow on embers bright till passion outtakes the light.
Friends: People who know you well, but like you anyway. The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Women love to be called cruel, even when they are kindest.
Hope? Hope is not the absence of tragedy, my friend. It is the conviction that tragedy can be endured. Hope is the spark in you that is not subdued in the face of the vast and callous indifference of the universe. Hope is that which is not shattered by hardship. Hope is the urge to fight what is wrong even when you know it will destroy you. Hope is the decision to love and need someone knowing that they will one day die. For me to promise that there are no obstacles would be the cruelest lie I could possibly tell. That lie is not hope. Hope is the will which needs no lies.
The American press is all about lies! All they tell is lies, lies and more lies!
I think the lies I make the most are in regards to my hopes and intentions for myself. As for lies I tell other people - I will certainly tell lies. When somebody is very ill and looks awful, and you tell them they look nice. Or if you just ate the last cookie, if someone asked me if I ate the last cookie, I would definitely lie about that.
I'll tell you one thing, it's a cruel, cruel world.
Novels are fictions and therefore they tell lies, but through those lies every novelist attempts to tell the truth about the world.
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