Quotes About Betrayal

It takes a lifetime to make a friend, but you can lose one in an hour," she recites. "Life without a friend is life without sun. Life without a friend is death.

This is a novel about sisters...typically sisters are the longest relationship we'll have in our lifetimes. A sister is someone who should stand by you and support you and love you no matter what, and yet it's also your sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife and hurt you the most.

You stole my placenta?

Non vi è ferita più profonda o dolorosa di quella inferta da coloro che sostengono di amarti di più.

Lia let out a low growl and moved her arrow to the base of his fat throat. What do you think, Gabi? Would you like to see these nuptials through? Not this day, I said How about on the morrow? Marcello asked, smiling and lifting my hand to his lips. If I am your groom? Hold that eHarmony thought, Lia whispered in English. We gotta get out of here.

Emily looked into his eyes. They were blank, unreadable. That was the worst kind of person, the scariest—the one who'd learned to keep his feelings out of his eyes. Or who didn't feel anything at all. Emily had known people like that; they were the destroyers. They took things—everything you worked for, all your silly dreams—and smashed them beneath their boots for no reason at all.

I thought about my brother. I hated him. Hated him like a child hates a fallen hero. I hated him for his unlimited potential and his failure to realize it. I hated him because I could see everything that was wonderful about him, how brilliant, how beautiful he was, and how he had turned his back on everything he could have been, cast it off like a designer suit for which he'd paid an obscene sum and never wore.

Love, a promise delivered already broken.

A Separate Peace by John Knowles. Seminal coming-of-age tale. Intense adolescent friendship gone awry. Having to face yourself because of your own ugly deeds. Did Gene bounce the branch on purpose? Of course he did. Whether he realized it or not. No one else in class wanted to believe it. "It was an accident," the pert and pretty Jenna said. She sounded almost desperate. "He couldn't. He just wouldn't. They

The nanny you let into your home seduces your husband, sets fire to your life. And all because you wanted to work and be a mother.

How can you desire someone who hurts you? How can you miss him so much your body aches? Maybe not him, the man he actually was, but the man I thought he was. We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

Which was why Skye was in a recliner that went hot and cold more often than Blair and Nate.

You plant a seed thinking it's love. It's only when the thing starts putting down roots that you realise it's not growing the way it should. But by then it's too late. It has sprouted foliage, blossomed and borne demented fruit. What do you do with the sickness in you?

A mixture of feelings- love, distaste, revulsion, pity- rose in my throat…There was an eternity to that moment, that see-sawing split- second when adoration clung and then lurched, spilling into chaos, rage, hate, anger: the desire to smash and embrace, love and destroy. Betrayal does that…Shows you how worthless love is, when its object is indifferent, ruthless, no more than a machine for surviving.

Men let women down. Over and over again. I'ts what they're programmed to do.

Därför ska jag ära Morgant, sade Gwydion, för vad han en gång var, och Ellidyr, prins av Pen-Llarcau, för vad han blev.

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.

And this was your friend? Cordelia raised her eyebrows. Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

Truth is always War's first victim, the old saying went.

If only you were willing to betray a trust, why, the most amazing range of possible actions opened up to you.

Loyalty must run two ways, else become betrayal in the egg.

Yet loyalty must run two ways, or else become betrayal in the egg.

Haroche was crouched to the left of his old comconsole desk, just levering the vent grille out of the wall. In the opened flimsie-folder on the floor by his side lay another fiber filter. Miles laid a small bet with himself that they would find a disemboweled grille awaiting Haroche's return in one of the briefing rooms on a direct line between Illyan's old office and this one. A quick switch, very cool. You think fast, General. But this time I had a head start.

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying.