Quotes About Betrayal

They burnt his flag," he finished on a sob. "Before I left, I asked my dad what happened to Kevin's flag, and he said he'd burnt it.

Dane sucked in a breath. "Jesus, Carpenter. I was going to be all bitchy and jealous and you had to pull emotional honesty on me. What kind of asshole are you?

Oh, damn the words he once threw like dandelions to the wind. Now when he needed them, they were buried under bandages and broken teeth.

You get killed, Ace, I'm goin' out and blowin' the first ten guys I find. I'll curse your name every time they come.

The man I loved would spit on my grave, and he'd make it stick.

What have I ever done to you…." There it went, two octaves, and he wrenched it back under his control. "What have I ever done to you that you would hurt me like that?

Because I'm supposed to be straight. I can't be gay, or stupid, or a failure. I can't. If I'm gay or stupid or a fuck-up, that means she left me and not him!

Carrefour" O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees. Originally published in Coterie: A Quarterly: Art, Prose, and Poetry No. 4. Edited by Lall Chaman (1920)

If he stops Arnold, it would be for the good of the people of Boston. Arnold was a wolf in sheep's clothing and needed to be exposed for who he

Her marriage had been made. Everyone had known it but the bride.

When I was younger," she said slowly, "I always hoped you were hiding some horrid secret. You were too nice." She sniffed. "You have no idea how annoying it is that your horrid secret is a heart complaint, and not, for instance, a double murder committed by moonlight.

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

Second, all four women in the genealogy are involved in unexpected sexual relationships. Therefore, they anticipate Joseph's learning that his betrothed is pregnant.

The child identifies with the parent who has been betrayed because he is suffering immeasurable loss as well—the loss of trust in one or both parents, the loss of both parents' ability to be an attentive parent, the loss of faith in the cohesiveness of the family, and, of course, a loss of innocence.

When children of any age learn of a parent's infidelity, they usually find it extremely difficult—if not impossible— to trust that someone they love will not lie to them, reject or abandon them, or otherwise cause them pain somewhere down the road. They very often learn not to put their faith in love, and they may also learn that they are not worthy of receiving monogamous love, because according to the evidence, their betrayed parent clearly wasn't.

While they have nothing to do with one parent's decision to cheat on the other, children are often left feeling guilty, hopeless, tainted, or damaged— words they often use. As adults, children whose parents cheated are frequently unable to enjoy a healthy relationship because they are plagued by a profound lack of trust, an attraction to partners who cheat, or a proclivity toward infidelity themselves.

Gracious goodness! Your guardian seems to me to be a thorough scoundrel." "Then you know—" "What?" "Oh! don't ask me to tell you that! — but I would rather die than find myself alone with him again.

It is clear to what an extent this neorealism differs from the formal concept which consists of decking out a formal story with touches of reality. As for the technique, properly so called, Ladri di Biciclette, like a lot of other films, was shot in the street with nonprofessional actors but its true merit lies elsewhere: in not betraying the essence of things, in allowing them first of all to exist for their own sakes, freely; it is in loving them in their singular individuality.

To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery --even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness --is to betray all sense of absolute justice within oneself. Imagination alone offers me some intimation of what can be.

There are certain persons for whom pure Truth is a poison.

Uzakl?k ya da ölüm, ku?ku ya da ihanetten daha az zarar verir a?ka.

Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.

Alexander (at the trial of Philotas): How much happier to have fallen in the fighting, felled by a foe, rather than die by a countryman's blow! Now, preserved from the only perils that I feared, I am beset by threats that should never have appeared.

Only once. She called, asked could we send her two thousand dollars—two thousand more than the four she already stole when she left.