Quotes About Infidelity

Men cheat. They lie. They love porn. The don't respect you and don't care if they hurt you. It's the fucking breaks. Women divorce 'em 'cause we can't tame 'em or train 'em or control 'em like we do household pets. End of story.

[America is] a rebellious nation. Our whole history is treason; our blood was attained before we were born; our creeds were infidelity to the mother church; our constitution treason to our fatherland.

We are a rebellious nation. Our whole history is treason; our blood was attained before we were born; our creeds were infidelity to the mother church; our constitution treason to our fatherland.

I think I was so entranced with being a couple that I didn't even notice that the person I thought I was a couple with thought he was a couple with someone else.

but she didn't understand and couldn't accept using that unhappiness as an excuse or rationale for being unfaithful. why didn't people just end it? if they wanted someone else, or something else, why not break it off clean first instead of cheating, lying, tolerating, just existing?

She'd had to endure the humiliation of my father's infidelity for so long

In a sense, the business arrangement was a bit like a man leaving his wife for the woman he's been having an affair with. The fact that the same man decides to then cheat on the woman he originally cheated with should surprise no one, least of all the woman herself.

Saltando do cavalo, ele deu a impressão de que em sua fúria iria desafiar a correnteza. Com água até os joelhos, lançou na direção da mulher infiel todos os insultos que desde sempre pesam sobre seu sexo. Falsa, volúvel, inconstante, ele a chamou; demônio, adúltera, traidora; e as águas em turbilhão guardaram suas palavras e atiraram a seus pés um jarro quebrado e um pedacinho de palha.

Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I travelled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a madman's fancy.

Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I traveled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a mad-man's fancy.

I said nothing. I pushed her softness back into the room and went in after her. I ripped her shirt off. I unzipped the rest of her, I tore off her sandals. Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I traveled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a madman's fancy.

In my mind, I still think of him as being a cheater. Otherwise he just met some girl he liked better, and it's not as dramatic.

Guys will do anything they can to make you think they're with you, and then they will run off and hook up with whoever and whatever they can get their hands on.

and we have known someone who had ten women; they are jealous of them, and if it happens that one of these women is unfaithful, he punishes her and beats her.

Blaine, on the other hand, just doesn't seem that reliable. He's the type who would cheat on Barbie with one of those Bratz sluts and then lie about it in the morning, even as Barbie discovered the creepy telltale amputeed boot in Blaine's sofa cushions.

Wednesday night was the night that you went out with your wives, that way nobody was seen out with his cumare, his mistress, whatever you want to call it. Everybody knew not to be out with their cumare on Wednesday night. It was like an unwritten rule.

the numerous ways in which you can destroy love. You can fritter it away, through flirting and affairs. You can fail to pay it attention and watch it wither. You can poison it with arguments and bad blood. You can give up on it without even realising, preoccupied in your own corner. You can let it slip through your fingers as you scan the horizon, believing that there is someone, something better elsewhere.

S'en est allée l'amante Au village voisin malgré la pluie Sans son amant s'en est allée l'amante Pour danser avec un autre que lui Les femmes mentent mentent

Un poseso cuyo único exorcismo sería la muerte de su rival. Solo con su sangre podría excretar la arena negra y colérica de los celos sedimentada en los ventrículos del corazón, expeler el escupitajo denso de la humillación coagulándose entre las válvulas henchidas por el rabioso recuerdo de los besos y las caricias de la mujer infiel.

Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.

but in show business, adultery isn't a motive for murder; it's a lifestyle.

Her lover was, of all things, a Turkish physics professor at Mount Saint Mary College, a diminutive, balding man in his fifties who sounded and even looked sort of like the Count from Sesame Street. Even now, McDonald sometimes closed his eyes to see the Muppet laughing at him. "I slept with your wife one, two, three, four times. Ah-ha-hah!

I was in an unhappy relationship with Todd Rundgren. He cheated on me and I was like, if you can go out with her, then I'll go out with Mick Jagger!

I think that in any language when you have a real relationship, and there is love and respect between people, infidelity is always something difficult to accept - whether you are Chinese, British, French. I think that is a universal concept... or problem.