Quotes About Betrayal

With friends like that, who needs enemies?

Monogamy is defined by what it is not, just as much as by what it is," I say, "We couldn't have monogamy without infidelity the same as we couldn't have sad without happy, or down without up. By fucking around in secret, within a relationship defined as monogamous, aren't I just playing the devil in monogamy's Sunday school pageant?

Love is a drawer for knives to rust in.

He always kept his shit together. He was the fucking foam on the latte that rose above all of it. He'd been there for them whenever they needed him, always. He hadn't let his friends down. But at this moment, he resented the hell out of every one of them.

You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.

It would be as if the Navy Seals defected from the U.S. Army to help the Crips take over Los Angeles--and succeeded.

Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.

He who purposely cheats his friend, would cheat his God.

Who purposely cheats his friend, would cheat his God.

Be not the fourth friend of him who had three before and lost them.

Ehre verloren, alles verloren." ("Honor lost, all lost.")

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.

I know of enough cases in which a close and, as it seemed, indissoluble relationship was annulled by the casual arrival of a third party, and one of the pair, previously joined so beautifully, driven out into empty space.

If your best friend has stolen your girlfriend, it does become life and death.

Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.

In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife, That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.

Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.

In life,there are only four kinds of girls: The girl who played with fire. The girl who opened Pandora's Box. The girl who gave Adam the apple. And the girl whose best friend stole her boyfriend.

I think, for myself, life lied to me.

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

To throw awayan honest friend is, as it were, to throw your life away.