Quotes About Betrayal

They said Janduin claimed this man looked like Shaiel, and he would not raise his spear when the man ran him through.

Women just purely enjoyed planting needles in a man.

But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is, the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.

Mat's other blade stabbed into his chest, he squealed, eyes

Heart of the Dark. Ba'alzamon. Name hidden within name shrouded by name. Secret buried within secret cloaked by secret. Betrayer of Hope. Ishamael betrays all hope. Truth burns and sears. Hope fails before truth. A lie is our shield. Who can stand against the Heart of the Dark? Who can face the Betrayer of Hope? Soul of shadow, Soul of the Shadow, he is—' " She stopped with a sigh. "It ends there. What do you make of it?

States' rights, as our forefathers conceived it, was a protection of the right of the individual citizen. Those who preach most frequently about states' rights today are not seeking the protection of the individual citizen, but his exploitation. . . . The time is long past - if indeed it ever existed - when we should permit the noble concept of States' rights to be betrayed and corrupted into a slogan to hide the bald denial of American rights, of civil rights, and of human rights.

Right, he can kill the dead. What happens when he realizes we're training him to kill the living?

Well, Thomas if you're not going to help, why'd you come down here (Andrea)? So I could cut off your head.

He may be a scholar, but he's first a man who believes—with certain justification—that he was betrayed by his government.

without preamble.

Oh, God, she loathed them all! Mindless, stupid men. Playing with the lives of other men, knowing so little, thinking they knew so much.

had sold his soul, and that is something you can never repurchase at any price.

I thought you were my friend.

Against firelight, he sees the face of the woman / Lean over, and the lips purse sweet as to bestow a kiss, but / This is not true, and the great glob of spit / Hangs there, glittering, before she lets it fall. The spit is what softens like silk the passage of steel / On the fine-grained stone. It whispers.

Over all the millennia, only you have ever loved me, Thor. Only you have ever looked at me with affection in place of condescension. Why, then, am I killing you, and not the others? Because you stopped.

Number 402, your name is Will Barrent. Age 27, blood type O-L3, Index JX-221-R. Guilty of murder.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust, Mr. Carpenter had said once. Silence betrays.

We always hate people who surprise our secrets…

An hour ago on the sand-shore he has been looking at her as if she were the only being of any importance in the world. And now she was a nobody.

Oh, I think some parts of it are fine, conceded Davy. That story about Joseph now—it's bully. But if I'd been Joseph Iwouldn't have forgive the brothers. No, siree, Anne. I'd have cut all their heads off.

what perverted shapes thwarted love can take.

now another illusion has been stripped from my eyes and I feel as if there wasn't such a thing as real true friendship in the world.

Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.

the gallery takes this in, Katherine briefly imagines the article in the pages of the Sioux City Journal: How is it possible their former high school debate champion, who has succeeded in the world and achieved so much, could allow herself to be bamboozled by a dog eater? How is it possible she could be the unquestioning fiancée of a murderer for twelve years? What kind of a character witness will she make? Obviously, she lost perspective on Dagou's character long ago.