Quotes About Betrayal

This girl holds my heart in her hand and she's squishing it to nothing with her confession.

If the lies don't kill you, the truth will.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet.

You've been hurt before, I can see it in your eyes. You try to smile it away, some things you can't disguise.

They smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash, Mad and stuff because they don't have cash.

You don't return people's smiles—it's perfectly clear to you that people can smile and smile and still be villains.

I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.

Are you afraid of me? Uh... yes.' The smile stayed fixed in place. 'You should be. You locked me in a refrigerator truck with three dead people. Sooner or later I'm going to get you for it.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best affections of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.

I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS SOCIETY! First they try to murder me then they lie to me!

And so it was that the two of us, out of a shared and confused hatred, performed an act that looked like love, but while our bodies sought each other and came together we were both thinking and speaking of him all the time, of nothing but him.

Next morning I crept up to my room, the bitter flavour of disgust and shame in my mouth. Now that the warmth of her body no longer troubled my senses I felt the glaring reality, the repulsive nature of my betrayal. I knew at once that I would never again be able to look him in the face, never again take his hand--I had robbed myself, not him, of what meant most to me.

Adultery is in most cases a theft in the dark. At such moments almost every woman betrays her husband's innermost secrets; becomes a Delilah who discloses to a stranger, discloses to her lover, the mysteries of her husband's strength or weakness. What seems to me treason is, not that women give themselves, but that a woman is prone, when she does so, to justify herself to herself by uncovering her husband's nakedness, exposing it to the inquisitive and scornful gaze of a stranger.

But society is always most cruel to those who betray its secretes, showing where it's dishonesty commits a crime against nature.

and it occurs to me how fragile our lives are, how at any moment the sky can open and drown us, the earth can open and swallow us. I think of all the intricate ways our bodies can betray us, the accidents and the atrocities, the missteps and the misunderstandings.

Hey," Han said, "Jabba's a friend of mine. You kill me, he won't take it kindly." The Priest laughed wheezily. "Hutts do not have friends," he said. "Farewell, Solo." Pointing the blaster at Han, the Priest's small, stubby finger began to tighten on the trigger.

The fact is that there are many skeletons in the Tower's cupboard.

Love Love can accommodate all sorts of misshapen objects: a door held open for a city dog who runs into the woods; fences down; some role you didn't ask for, didn't want. Love allows for betrayal and loss and dread. Love is roomy. Love can change its shape, be known by different names. Love is elastic. And the dog comes back.

It's not me who can't keep a secret. It's the people I tell that can't.

Worse than traitors in arms are the men who, pretending loyalty to the flag, feast and fatten on the misfortunes of the nation.

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.