Quotes About Betrayal

I have been forced to believe that neither the scholarly grace of my friend Elliott nor the buxom beauty of my friend Rowden have touched that heart of ice." Elliot and Rowden, boiling with indignation, cried out, "And you!" "I," said Clifford blandly, "do fear to tread where you rush in.

Bloom relates the story of Nazi war criminal Hermann Goering learning that a painting he owned, which he'd thought was a genuine Vermeer, was in fact a forgery. At that moment, according to one observer, Goering looked "as if for the first time he [had] discovered there was evil in the world.

Así que todo nos traiciona, incluida la curiosidad y la honestidad y lo que bien amamos. Sí, dijo la voz, pero consuélate, en el fondo es divertido.

Así que todo nos traiciona, incluida la curiosidad y la honestidad y lo que bien amamos. Si, dijo la voz, pero consuélate, en el fondo es divertido.

Strangers had small interest in hurting you. That was always done best by your own family and friends.

Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.

Once one knows what heartless people can do, it cannot be entirely forgotten. It always remains among the possible things that can befall you.

some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.

I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!' I took a breath. 'He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.

Lady Patience) Do you think you can pretend to be dead and vanish from my life for sixteen years and then walk in and then pour yourself some of my good Brandy? Insolence!

If a man hits you once, he'll hit you again, they say. And the same is true for lying. But I stayed, and I listened and I believed. What a fool I've been!

The only lie I ever told her was my undoing, and hers, and the stablemaster's. Such is the power of a lie given to one you love.

Do you think you're taking Etta out of here?" "Yes," Kennit called over his shoulder up the sairs. "What about all these dead men?" she shrieked after him as they strode out of her house. "Those you may keep," Kennit replied.

The betrayal of a friend differs from the treachery of a lover only in the degree of pain, not the kind.

Stop blaming yourself. Someone deceived you and hurt you. You don't need to take on the burden of that. The man who committed the offense is at fault, not the person he wronged

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

Bastard," she spat at him, and she thought he had moved closer. She swung at him, and then suddenly he was where he had been standing all along, the coward.

Had he ever truly cared about our friendship? There are always those dark thoughts, I must believe, when a deep friendship ends so abruptly. But every wound becomes a scar, eventually. That one would never entirely ceased being tender, but I learn to live with it.

by all the lies I had ever spoken and all the truths I had made into lies by leaving them unspoken.

I felt unreasonably hurt at this. A dozen scathing comments went unsaid by me. He had no idea of what I had given up for him. Then the moment of anger passed and I was grateful I had not spoken. I never wanted him to know what I had sacrificed for him.

If I gave Bee to Riddle and Nettle, I could undertake the Fool's vengeance. That traitorous thought made me want to vomit.

A secret is only a secret as long as only one man knows it.

I had been outnumbered. Outmaneuvered. They'd withheld information from me. Worse, logic and rationality were on their side.