Quotes About Betrayal

The others had been driven into the desert to die of thirst (the Germans poisoned the waterholes), were

On top of everything else, Boobie's got the clap.

I could write a guidebook about this city, this fallen city. Street by street, house by house, church by church. What happened in this building, who was betrayed, and by whom, in this apartment, who waited for whom on this street corner. And why the person never came.

Concetta is being duped. But you should never look down on someone for trusting the wrong person. It could happen to any of us.

All around him during the war, Ciro saw men lie, engage in acts of cowardice, create feeble attachments to women, only to leave them—men acting in pursuit of their own comforts, men behaving without grace. And

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

You have used me strangely.

A tyrant's trust dishonors those who earn it.

CLYTEMNESTRA What ails thee, raising this ado for us? SLAVE I say the dead are come to slay the living.

When evil come on those we dearly love, never shall we betray them.

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.

Whoever neglects old friends for the sake of new deserves what e gets if he loses both

The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes.

If these town gods can't detect the thieves who steal from their own temples, it's hardly likely they'll tell me who stole my spade.

When the Shepherd came down and saw what was done, he said, O you most ungrateful creatures! You provide wool to make garments for all other men, but you destroy the clothes of him who feeds you.

Never soar aloft on an enemy's pinions.

One winter a Farmer found a Viper frozen and numb with cold, and out of pity picked it up and placed it in his bosom. The Viper was no sooner revived by the warmth than it turned upon its benefactor and inflicted a fatal bite upon him; and as the poor man lay dying, he cried, "I have only got what I deserved, for taking compassion on so villainous a creature." Kindness is thrown away upon the evil.

Some good things did come out of the scandal. Husbands and wives started having frank discussions about what does and does not constitute adultery. For example, my wife has told me that she feels that oral sex is adultery. Which I guess explains why we haven't had any since we've been married.

The finest proof of our loyalty toward one another was our monstrous disloyalties towards everyone else.

Never having been betrayed sets up poor preconditions for remaining faithful. Evolving into genuinely more loyal people requires us to suffer through some properly innoculative episodes, in which we feel for a time limitlessly panicked, violated and on the edge of collapse. Only then can the injunction not to betray our spouses evolve from a bland bromide into a permanently vivid moral imperative.

A spouse who gets angry at having been betrayed is evading a basic, tragic truth: that no one can be everything to another person.

their loyalty to each other deepened by their ever-increasing disloyalty towards everyone else.

Hopper invites us to feel empathy with the woman in her isolation. She seems dignified and generous, only perhaps a little too trusting, a little naive—as if she has knocked against a hard corner of the world. Hopper puts us on her side, the side of the outsider against the insiders. The figures in Hopper's art are not opponents of home per se; it is simply that in a variety of undefined ways, home appears to have betrayed them, forcing them out into the night or onto the road.

The moral? To recognize that our best chance of contentment lies in taking up the wisdom offered to us in coded form through our coughs, allergies, social gaffes, and emotional betrayals, and to avoid the ingratitude of those who blame the peas, the bores, the time, and the weather.