Quotes About Betrayal

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

When God means to punish a man, the Kantic scriptures say, he sends him stupid friends, and clever enemies.

Bayaz frowned. 'My brother Yulwei helped you in the desert. You would have been killed if not for him. Yo gave him your word-' 'Word? Hah! A word is an easy chain to break, old man.' And Ferro jerked her wrists apart in front of her. 'There. I am free of it.

Because he'd been hoping... perhaps he still was. But hoping had made a fool of him. And Shivers was good and sick of looking the fool.

Only friends get left behind. Enemies are always at your heels. The

If anyone had asked him, Clover would've said there was less than no chance this'd be settled with talk. But you never realise how much hope you're holding till it gets knifed and thrown off a roof.

flinching, Santiago pulled the gun out of the backpack and shot the man in the chest several times. The blood bags under the "dignitary's" shirt erupted, and he dramatically collapsed to the ground. Silver almost immediately appeared on the scene and had Santiago close his eyes. The stuntman made a hasty exit as Silver then brought

The Devil and woman have been allies against God from the beginning, ever since Satan first came to the first man in the form of a snake and whispered to Adam that true happiness was not to be found in prayer but in Eve's cunt.

She'd done things to him he thought only happened to characters in country-western songs, laying waste to his car, his dogs, driving him from his home, and making an outlaw of him. It was almost funny.

he thought how the young are pierced by love, innocent bodies torn and ruined for no reason, save that it suited someone who held them dear.

Renée winced. "It turned out to be The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Our only copy. If I had known what he was going to do with it, I would've given him a copy of Atlas Shrugged." "On

Vic just laughed at that, didn't bother to tell him she had pulled his cell phone apart and shoved it in the garbage the day before. He took her in his arms, held her in his bearish embrace. He was a big man, glum about being overweight, but he smelled better than any guy she had ever met. His chest smelled of cedar and motor oil and the outdoors. He smelled like responsibility. For a moment, being held by him, she remembered what it had been like to be happy.

They had been Vince's brothers in a way, and Race was his son, and you couldn't drive a man's family to the earth and expect to live.

Was anything in all the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

I'm a Browncoat, man." "More like turncoat," Daltry said, and laughed. Flecks of spittle hit Bilbo in the face.

Was anything in the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

We wuz robbed!

We was robbed!

I love him," Ella said. "I loved that shit-ass husband of mine, too," Brett said. "But one day I didn't and I had to set his head on fire.

The faithless husband poisons his family at the roots.

Gobi jammed something hard into my spine, an elbow or a dagger or the barrel of a gun, and I sat down heavily, still feeling the old man's eyes on me. They were as brown as chestnuts, searching and soulful, with the depth of those of someone who'd lost something close to him and had never quite allowed himself to get over it.

What am I saying? Don't complain about that person who betrayed you. If they walked away, they didn't set you back; they set you up. If that had not happened, you wouldn't get to where you're supposed to be. If they overlooked you, tried to push you down, and lied about you, it may not have been fair, but nothing happens by accident. If God allowed it, He knows how to use it for your good.

There is an old joke the chah'nas used to say; they said that among friends, a trouble shared is a trouble halved… but that among tavalai, a trouble shared is a trouble multiplied, retold, translated into five hundred tongues and turned into opera.

She was theirs, in body if not in spirit. And yet she had abandoned them, after they had abandoned her. They valued what Kresnov was, but they did not value her. Nor did they value the others of her kind, her friends among them.