Quotes About Betrayal

People will disappoint you with their cruelty every time

You want to know what love is? Its the thing that ruins you.

When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.

Love was the thing that tore you apart; it made you believe the lies you were told, obvious as they might be. It was nearly impossible to see your own fate while it was happening to you. It was only after, when what's done had been done, that one's vision cleared.

She had been wrong about love. She had thought it was meant for fools alone, only to discover it was a fool who walked away from love, no matter the cost or the penalty.

Real life is unbelievable. Souls are snatched away from us, flesh and blood turn to dust, people you love betray you, men go to war over nothing. It's all preposterous. That's why we have novels. To make sense of things.

Language was everything. Trust was for fools. Love came and went. Words could be stolen.

What he was doing was actually a hundred times worse. He was telling her that he loved her, something he hadn't mentioned and may not have even known when they were married. She used to whisper it to him sometimes, while he was fucking her, and he had to turn off his mind every time she did that. For some reason that declaration had seemed like a curse to him back then; he couldn't even hear it spoken aloud

It was easy to lie to people who still believed in the truth. Only days afterward, each person who had filled out this list was deported to a death camp.

Some people are who you think they are. Some people hide the wolf inside of them, but you can hear them howl.

How can he do this to you?" Shelby says of her father. "I don't care, I have you," Sue says. Shelby says nothing. The fact that she's the high point of someone's life is pathetic. She's probably never loved her mother more than she does at this moment. Maybe she didn't even know what love was before today.

Nobody ever thinks it will happen," Sarah replied. "Real life is unbelievable. Souls are snatched away from us, flesh and blood turn to dust, people you love betray you, men go to war over nothing. It's all preposterous. That's why we have novels. To make sense of things.

Pense uma vez antes de amar, duas antes de trair, três antes de partir um coração.

He had lived the sort of life that had soon revealed that any man who asks for undying loyalty is the man most likely to get you killed.

You will be amazed to find how easy it is to lie, even to those you love best.

Real life is unbelievable. Souls are snatched away from us, flesh and blood turn to dust, people you love betray you, men go to way over nothing. IT's all preposterous. That's why we have novels. To make sense out of things.

I thought he knew me better than most...Then one nigh Jack brought me flowers, a handful of fading daisies he'd picked up at a farm stand, but flowers all the same. That was the end; that was how he ruined everything.

Shoot him in the foot," Mr. Persichetti would tell Mr. Keane, years later, when Tony had already returned from the war and Jacob had drawn a bad number. "Break his legs before you let him go.")

No longer to be compelled to betray one's own feelings and senses, no longer to allow oneself to be deflected from the truth of facts by ideologies of any kind, is already to lend a hand in the demolition of the inhuman, destructive wall of silence—the wall that we were forced to respect as children and which has again and again resulted in fascist behavior.

Her father was outraged. "Now you sell your stories, how soon before you will sell yourself?

That was the kind of lie I hope to never have to tell again, the contempt I hoped never to have to show, about the things that really mattered to me. And in order to do that, I would pretty well have to steer clear of people I used to know.

Men had fallen in love with Averill before. Twice she had promised to marry them, then had had to get out of it. She had slept with the ones she was engaged to, and with two or three others. Actually, four others. She had had one abortion. She was not frigid - she did not think so - but there was something about her participation in sex that was polite and appalled, and it was always a relief when they let go of her.

Cuando estás fatal es cuando intentan pillarte.

As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.