It's a lie that matches his desire.
Naomi Novik, Uprooted.
“I grabbed back at him just as incautiously with my hand and my magic both, even as he pressed magic on me from his side as well. His breath huffed out sharply, and our workings caught on one anothe...”
“I didn't properly think about what was happening even as I kissed him back, my laughter spilling into his mouth and making stutters of my kisses. I was still bound up with him, our magic snarled up...”
“But she hadn't been able to take root. She'd remembered the wrong things, and forgotten too much. She'd remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she'd forgotten how to grow.”
“Youve been inexpressibly lucky, he said finally. And inexpressibly mad, although in your case the two seem to be the same thing”
“But none of that matters at all. His head raised to stare balefully at me, but I said, incoherent yet convinced, Its justa way to go. There isnt only one way to go. I waved at his notes. Youre tryi...”
“You’ve been inexpressibly lucky,” he said finally. “And inexpressibly mad, although in your case the two seem to be the same thing”
“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect fo...”
“Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.”
“Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.”