The final portrait is often furthest from the truth. — Dave Cullen, Columbine
The final portrait is often furthest from the truth. — Dave Cullen, Columbine
The final portrait is often furthest from the truth. — Dave Cullen, Columbine
The final portrait is often furthest from the truth. — Dave Cullen, Columbine
The final portrait is often furthest from the truth. — Dave Cullen, Columbine
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The final portrait is often furthest from the truth.

— Dave Cullen, Columbine
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More “Deception” Quotes

When the dead departed, they took away any falsehoods that they might have allowed us to believe while alive; we who are — Yiyun Li
People hide truths about themselves from themselves. Such self-deception is a coping mechanism, and to one extent or ano — Dean Koontz, Ashley Bell
A joke is a good camouflage. Next best comes sentiment... But the best camouflage of all - in my opinion - is the plain — Max Frisch
Who would appreciate such candor? No one. None of us really likes honesty. We prefer deception –but only when it is unab — William Bonner, Mobs, Messiahs, and Markets: Surviving the Public Spectacle in Finance and Politics
When you are posessed by evil spirits, it is crafty manipulations that you follow; but when you are posessed by the Holy — Israelmore Ayivor
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. — Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
People love answers, but only as long as they are the ones who came up with them. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
I can arrogantly brag that the doors I choose in life open wide and grant me unobstructed passage. But the widest doors — Craig D. Lounsbrough
For a sane person to sincerely be happy that someone has succeeded, they have to either be profiting or likely to profit — Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. — Oscar Wilde
Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter. — Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye
She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because s — Grace Willows