Quotes About Betrayal

These men were like leeches; they sucked away at the goodness of a woman's heart until it was dry and all her love had been used" (pg.46)

How sad, however, if we're given Our youth as something to betray, And what if youth in turn is driven To cheat on us, each hour, each day, If our most precious aspirations, Our freshest dreams, imaginations In fast succession have decayed, As leaves, in putrid autumn, fade. It is too much to see before one Nothing but dinners in a row, Behind the seemly crowd to go, Regarding life as mere decorum, Having no common views to share, Nor passions that one might declare.

Whom then to love? Whom to have faith in? Who can there be who won't betray? Who'll judge a deed or disputation Obligingly by what we say? Who'll not bestrew our path with slander? Who'll cosset us with care and candour? Oh, ineffectual phantom seeker You waste your energy in vain: Love your own self, be your own man, My worthy, venerable reader! A worthwhile object: surely who Could be more lovable than you?

in which he was mortally wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthès. His death was mourned publicly by all Russia.

What was the use of love if all it did was ruin things?

What I've loved most after you, is myself: that is, my dignity and that strength which made me superior to other men. That Strength was my life. You've broken it with a word, so I must die.

but my friends call me Edmund Dantes.

Why do you mention my father?' screamed he; 'Why do you mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?' Because I am he who saved your father's life when he wished to destroy himself, as you do today-because I am the man who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Paraon to Old Morrel-because I am the Edmond Dantes who nursed you, a child, on my knees.

Men who swear undying love sometimes have the worst intentions in the world.

This will do, said he, and from this letter, which might have ruined me, I will make my fortune. Now to the work I have in hand. And after having assured himself that the prisoner was gone, the deputy procureur hastened to the house of his betrothed.

The heart breaks when, after having been elated by flattering hopes, it sees all its illusions destroyed.

I am he whom you sold and dishonored — I am he whose betrothed you prostituted — I am he upon whom you trampled that you might raise yourself to fortune — I am he whose father you condemned to die of hunger — I am he whom you also condemned to starvation, and who yet forgives you, because he hopes to be forgiven - I am Edmund Dantes!

Peut-être, dit Athos; mais, en tout cas, écoutez bien ceci: assassinez ou faites assassiner le duc de Buckingham, peut m'importe! je ne le connais pas, d'ailleurs c'est un Anglais; mais ne touchez pas du bout du doigt à un seul cheveux de d'Artagnan, qui est un fidèle ami qu j'aime et que je défends, ou je vous le jure sur la tête de mon père, le crime que vous aurez commis sera le dernier.

If you break this door you will find me dead on the threshold. And be easy, madame, you shall be revenged, said Bussy.

Love makes us infamous when love is coldly true

Nature is evil. Nature is conflict, violence, betrayal; worms that crawl through the skin and breen in the gut; thorns that poison; snakes that fight in writhing, heaving masses until all lie dead from another's poison. From nature we learned to tear the flesh off the bone and suck out the blook - and to enjoy it. Do you want to return to that state? I do not.

Italian to the core, he did not for an instant doubt that a man could be passionately devoted to the wife he betrayed with other women.

Hey, you're supposed to be my grape, Lydia McCarthy. Why are you letting another man squish you behind my back?

But even after the first week, when Hart got out of the presidential race because of the Washington Post's threat to reveal a long-term relationship Hart had apparently been having with a prominent Washington woman, the media continued to embellish my past.

Lefty When they send for you, you go in alive, you come out dead, and it's your best friend that does it.

The homeland might be lacking snakes, but it held its share of venom.

Art is the Mirror of our betrayed ideals.

Reaching for his toothbrush, I looked at it and realized he'd been brushing his teeth for somebody else for a long time. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I dunked it in the toilet. That pleased me so much that I rubbed it around the inside rim. That seemed so pleasant I then scrubbed up under the rim, good and hard, where no toilet brush could've reached in weeks.

I took his aftershave and cologne out of the medicine cabinet. It occurred to me that he'd been wearing these for Karen. I peed in the bathroom glass, drained the Aramis and poured urine into two of his cologne bottles. "Up yours," I said quietly. I dropped the bottles in his bag and zipped it closed.