Quotes About Betrayal

So the fox killed his brother, the wolf. (Mother Scaer)

Her knee caught him between the legs with pitiless accuracy, driving the wind from his chest, making him teeter for a breathless moment, then bringing him down like a sledgehammer to a house of cards. As he slid groaning to the carpet in that special, shooting agony that only a blow to the fruits can produce, it was little consolation that he had been right. His Queen was quite evidently a woman of rare and fiery passion.

When the best you can get from your wife's father is that he won't help to kill you, it doesn't take a clever man to see you're in shit to your chin.

Logen pulled the knife out of his boot and rammed the blade into the side of the giant's neck. He looked surprised, for just a moment, then blood dribbled from his mouth and down his chin. He let go of Logen's shirt, stumbled back, spun slowly round, bounced off one of the stones and crashed on his face. Seemed that Logen's father had been right. You can never have too many knives.

Give Yarvi the knife since he has just one hand to hold it. One hand, perhaps, but the blood of kings in his veins!" "It's keeping it there that worries me," said Yarvi under his breath.

In my experience, a friend is merely an acquaintance who has yet to betray you.

The most civilized place in the world," murmured Father Yarvi. "Though that mostly means folk prefer to stab each other in the back than in the front.

You killed him all to bits, and robbed everyone who knew him, and cut all the good he might ever do out of the world.

You can always make enemies of your friends,' said Sumael. 'Making friends of your enemies is harder labor.

Good treachery takes effort.

Life being what is is, one dreams of revenge.

The door beside him opened sharply and Glokta snapped his head round, doing his best to hide a grimace as his neck bones crunched. Lord Ingelstad stood

What's his story?' asked Yarvi. 'I don't know his name. Nothing, we all call him. When I was first brought to the South Wind he pulled an oar. One night, off the coast of Gettland, he tried to escape. Somehow he got free of his chain and stole a knife. He killed three guards and cut another's knee so he never walked again, and he gave our captain that scar before she and Trigg put a stop to him.' Yarvi blinked at the shambling scrubber. 'All that with a knife?' 'And not a large one.

Helping people was always a mistake... Trust was a word for fools. It was a word people used when they meant to betray you.

He had sworn a thousand times to kill her, but Cosca had broken all manner of oaths in his life, and the sight of her brought no rage. Instead what welled up in him was a mixture of worn-out self-pity, sappy joy and, most of all, piercing shame at seeing in her face how far he had fallen. He felt the ache in his nose, behind his cheeks, tears welling in his stinging eyes. For once he was grateful that they were red as wounds at the best of times. If he wept, no once could tell the difference.

This is the North," muttered Clover. "Who hasn't killed a friend or two?

I was loyal to both", said Clover. "I was just more loyal to me. Truth is, men love to blab abour loyalty till it might trap 'em on the losing side. Then there's a chorus o' silence on the issue. So I consider reasonably loyal to be a bit more loyal than most, and a lot more honest than most. It's a fool who makes folk choose too often between loyalty and good sense.

That's the most wounding betrayal of all. The one by your own flesh. Live long enough, you see everything ruined.

In my experience, a friend is merely an acquaintance who has yet to betray you. Is that what you are, Harker?

Si se puede traicionar a un hombre una vez, no es tan difícil hacerlo dos veces

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge." —Paul Gauguin

Only the direction of the treason had changed.

Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood.

Someone who'd starved in the camps, who'd lied her way into the hearts and beds of good people, who'd tricked and tortured to betray a cause she halfway believed in for the sake of one she didn't at all, might've felt a little bitter at seeing all this money wasted.