Quotes About Betrayal

Jacobean revenge tragedies,

Your mother," he said, in a deep Borders accent, "was a fucking whore." Strike laughed. "Maybe so," he said, bleeding and smoking in the darkness as the sirens grew louder, "but she loved me, Donnie. I heard yours didn't give a shit about you, little policeman's bastard that you were.

I thought you'd come back I thought you'd stop me marrying him I didn't think you'd let me do it

A rock through a window never comes with a kiss. Blue Öyster Cult, "Madness to the Method

She'd spent nearly half her life with Matthew, and not until a hard, bright diamond ear stud had appeared in their bed had she realized that he was living a life apart, and was not, and perhaps never had been, the man she thought she knew.

He looked unsmilingly upon Fancourt's astonishment. The writer rallied quickly. "Ovid?" "Catullus," said Strike, heaving himself off the low pouffe with the aid of the table. "Translates roughly: "So that's how you crept up on me, an acid eating away My guts, stole from me everything I most treasure? Yes, alas, stole: grim poison in my blood The plague, alas, of the friendship we once had.

When you're living a lie, nothing's more threatening than people who tell the truth…

Jesus,' said Robin, hurrying over to them, and finding nothing else to say she repeated, 'Jesus!' 'He was definitely on our side an hour ago,' said Strike.

Anomie has to be someone there, with the quote on the window and the stolen drawing and everything. But you never wanted to believe me, that that place was bad news, because of her.

Their love for me was both a myth and a torture and so I wrecked everything. I hurt them, and I left them hurting.

she had brought harm to him, in the believe that nothing mattered, that no moment had consequences beyond the moment itself. She had agreed to kill him without realizing that he would die".

46 B.C.E; Julius Ceasar becomes Dictator 44 B.C.E.; Julius Caesar becomes pincushion

Lord, protect me from my friends; I can take care of my enemies.

Be wary of friends—they will betray you more quickly, for they are easily aroused to envy. They also become spoiled and tyrannical. But hire a former enemy and he will be more loyal than a friend, because he has more to prove. In fact, you have more to fear from friends than from enemies. If you have no enemies, find a way to make them.

What do you do,' he said, 'if you devote your life to discovering criminals, and it gradually occurs to you that the real criminals are the people you work for? What do you do when everyone tells you not to worry, you can't do anything about it, it was a long time ago?' She was looking at him in a different way. 'I suppose you go crazy.' 'Or worse. Sane.

their vaunted liberty no body pushes me around i have heard them say land of the free they sing what do they fear mistrust betray more than the freedom they boast of in their ignorant pride have seen the squalid ghettoes in their violent cities paradox on paradox how have the americans managed to survive

Two-faced grinfuckers have certain signature moves. They pretend to enthusiastically agree with every decision you make or idea that you have, but rather than telling you when they disagree, they never actually implement the ideas, or do the exact opposite, or intentionally implement the decisions or ideas so badly that failure is inevitable. Then they bad-mouth you and other colleagues behind your backs for your terrible ideas and judgment.

When a Type Number Two performs chip-replacement surgery on your wallet, all he's saying to you is: I meant from the outset to cut off your fingers when you reached for your chips, even though I assured you that was not my intention.

HIRED GUN HUNTED RESURRECTION IN COLD BLOOD REAGAN'S

who just robbed me an hour ago,

Who would sacrifice the most valuable years of his life if he knew that he was doomed to poverty in his old age and that he to whom his youth was devoted would neglect him when he was worn out?

Milne, Fisher raged, was a "backstairs cad," a "sneak," a "serpent of the lowest type," and "Sir Berkeley Mean who buys his Times second-hand for a penny.

It ain't the dead things you gotta be mindful of around here Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it's the living.

Que un centinela se emborrache y luego deserte de su puesto y entregue su arma supone combinar un pecado mortal con un delito imperdonable.