Quotes About Betrayal

O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?

MEDEA: The gods know who was the author of this sorrow. JASON: Yes, the gods know indeed, they know your loathsome heart. MEDEA: Hate me. But I tire of your barking bitterness.

Oh, say, how call ye this, To face, and smile, the comrade whom his kiss Betrayed? Scorn? Insult? Courage? None of these: 'Tis but of all man's inward sicknesses The vilest, that he knoweth not of shame Nor pity! Yet I praise him that he came . . . To me it shall bring comfort, once to clear My heart on thee, and thou shalt wince to hear.

MEDEA: The children are dead. I say this to make you suffer.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can't be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.

Nurse: Yet he is found to be treacherous towards his friends. Tutor: And what man is not? dost thou only now know this, that every one lives himself dearer than his neighbour, some indeed with justice, but others even for the sake of gain.

Agamemnon, if you help this man, you help an impious, perjured, and polluted traitor, and by upholding evil soil you own fair name.

Medea. Loathe on. . . . But, Oh, thy voice. It hurts me sore. Jason. Aye, and thine me. Wouldst hear me then no more?

Thracian. The army lost and the king slain, Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain! This deep raw wound . . . Oh, let me die By thy side, Master, by thy side! In shame together let us lie Who came to save, and failed and died.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed.

What profit was it to live on, Friend, with my grief kept and mine honour gone?

O cruel Truth, is this thine home-coming?

We gain the most hateful things at the hand of those dearest.

Con la ayuda de sus bellos ojos destrozó de la peor manera a la próspera Troya.

MEDEA: Tell me, How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?

How far you are from understanding what my intentions are. May fruitful earth refuse to take my blood and the bright sky my spirit, if I ever betray you, if I let myself go free and leave you. I did the murder, too. I don't deny it.

I sprang up, empty-handed, groping round For spear or sword, when, lo, a young strong man Was close to me and slashed, and the sword ran Deep through my flank. I felt its passage well, So deep, so wide, so spreading . . . then I fell. And they, they got the bridles in their hand And fled. . . . Ah! Ah! This pain. I cannot stand.

Muse. I say to thee: Curse Odysseus, And cursèd be Diomede! For they made me childless, and forlorn for ever, of the flower of sons. Yea, curse Helen, who left the houses of Hellas. She knew her lover, she feared not the ships and sea. She called thee, called thee, to die for the sake of Paris, Belovèd, and a thousand cities She made empty of good men.

IPH. Thus much at least, does the wife of the unhappy man live? OR. She is no more. The son she brought forth, he slew her. IPH. O house all troubled! with what intent, then? [71] OR. Taking satisfaction on her for the death of his father. IPH. Alas! how well he executed an evil act of justice. [72] OR. But, though just, he hath not good fortune from the Gods.

Upon my knees i say 'You used me' And I feel dirty from your touch

I shall weep for you—not just one year but as long as life shall last. Yes, my love, forever. And I'll hate her who gave me birth, and curse my father. Their love was only words; but you, you gave me the most precious thing you had, to save my life. The loss—the loss of one like you— how can I not cry out in pain?

Dire and beyond all healing is the hate When hearts that loved are turned to enmity.

It was as though Banquo had turned host.

I used to know Brian Howard well -- a dazzling young man to my innocent eyes. In later life he became very dangerous -- constantly attacking people with his fists in public places -- so I kept clear of him. He was consumptive but the immediate cause of his death was a broken heart.