Quotes About Betrayal

And how was she deserved all this hate? She has done nothing except to be loved by someone who was not grown up...if you live with a man you come to know the other woman he has loved. I know Lady Marchmain very well. She is a good and simple woman who has been loved in the wrong way.

Have you told Julia this about Sebastian?" "The substance of it; not quite as I told you. She never loved him, you know, as we do." " Do. " The word reproached me; there was no past tense in Cordelia's verb "to love.

That's the public school system all over. They may kick you out, but they never let you down.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

She felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight. It was a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs Elysees, strapped now into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter - like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely. Looking at it with fascination, Rosemary identified herself with it, and laughed cheerfully with it, and everything all at once seemed gorgeous.

She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.

They proceeded with an infinite guile that would have horrified her parents.

Wilson? He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.

The latter was considered a good fellow and a fine leader, until a year later, when he disappeared with a mess fund of eleven hundred dollars and, like so many leaders, proved exceedingly difficult to follow.

Only the image of a third person, even a vanished one, entering into his relation with Rosemary was needed to throw him off his balance and send through him waves of pain, misery, desire, desperation. The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret wamrth within.

Only the image of a third person, even a vanished one, entering into his relation with Rosemary was needed to throw him off his balance and send through him waves of pain, misery, desire, desperation. The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret warmth within.

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that's the idea you can count me out.

You always look so cool, she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: 'I never loved you.

Ce qu'il attendait de Daisy? Qu'elle aille trouver Tom et lui dise: Je ne t'ai jamais aimé. Rien de moins. Ayant ainsi, d'une seule phrase, réduit trois années de sa vie à néant.

Désolé et furieux, encore amoureux d'elle, j'ai tourné le dos.

You two start on home, Daisy,' said Tom. 'In Mr Gatsby's car.' She looked at Tom, alarmed now, but he insisted with magnanimous scorn. 'Go on. He won't annoy you. I think he realises that his presumptuous little flirtation is over.

She had no interest in love. Love had taken her in the back room and beaten her up pretty badly.

King Lear, having been in power for decades, can no longer hear anything but flattery, banishing the one person—his own daughter Cordelia—who dares to speak to him truthfully.

Bhutto's case was not a trial of murder, rather it was the overt murder of a trial -

That's the thing with betrayal- it's always the people you love.

Alexis Thorne, you're here because the brokerage firm you worked for pinned a crime on you that they themselves committed. You did a year in prison for their crime. They ruined your life and you are now a felon with a new identity, thanks to Nikki Quinn

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It is exceedingly important that we not love.)