Quotes About Betrayal

I slid into the car, had my door closed and locked before Edward opened his door. Tell me what happened, Anita. I looked at him. It would serve you right if I just looked at you and smiled. Something crossed his face, a frown, a snarl, quickly lost to that perfect blankness he could manage. You're right. I've been a secret-loving bastard, and it would serve me right.

And perhaps, because I liked you." His laughter was bitter, like broken glass.

There is no loyalty in fear, only resentment," I

Ronnie sat on the couch, as far away from him as she could get but still rather companiable. Cozier than I was willing to be with the son of a bitch. If I ever managed to get married and my husband cheated on me, it wouldn't be me to go missing.

I stared at Jean-Claude still cuddled on the corner of the bed. He looked adorable, and if I'd had a gun, I'd have shot him on the spot.

I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. -Speaking to the corpse of Desdemona, and kissing her, Othello dies

You're like great Shakespearean tragedy.

We were supposed to weather the storms together, but we couldn't…You're not who I thought you were.

I can always find someone to go out with, and then you can take off with Luigi--" "Shh!" Kendra hisses. "Don't ever say his name!" "Sorry!" Paige is contrite. "He says Catia would go mad if she knew," Kendra whispers. Squashed beside me, I feel Kelly's head nodding in vigorous agreement at this.

Some sort of weird, shared inexplicable draw to fall in love with people who hurt and betray us.

Lauren Weisberger

openly told his crew that the conspirators had resolved to kill him on Easter Day

Michel and Annette Muller's mother, snatched from her children at Beaune-la-Rolande, died at Auschwitz. And while it was the Nazis who wished her dead, it was the French who put her in harm's way.

But coming halfway clean was a time- honored way of continuing to lie.

Rumors are spread by jealous people

Eve ate the apple because Adam was afraid

Did he rape my head, too?

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

I didn't speak up when that boy raped me, instead I scalded myself in the shower and turned me into the ghost of the girl I once was, my biggest fear being that my father, no stranger to gaming with the devil, would kill that boy and it would be my fault.

She laid land mines in my skill that detonated weeks later.

Oh, wait a minute—when have I seen this before? Got another girlfriend, Daddy? Ready for round two in divorce court? Don't forget to line up a good shrink for Emma; she thinks you're a god.

I wasn't going to let her sucker me into being her friend again just so she could turn around and crush me one more time.

Mom filed for divorce. In the counselor's office, my parents claimed that we would always be a family because of me, but things would be better now. No more yelling, no more arguments. By tearing our family apart, they were actually making it stronger. By the time I figured out that they were not making any sense, the family counseling was done and Dad was walking down the aisle with Jennifer.

There were times when, in her fury, she was convinced that she needed to drive down to Phoenix and let him know just how much of a bastard she thought he was, that he needed to know just what he had done. But she eventually realized that with his resounding, silent indifference, nothing she could possibly say would matter to him, and by the same account, he didn't deserve to understand how angry he had made her. He wasn't good enough to know how much she hated him.