Quotes About Betrayal

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound, then from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

When you hate someone you used to love, and you think he's done something awful - he probably has.

Now, let me ask you this. Who killed the girls? The dragon? Or their father?

If those are your friends, you've got no need for enemies.

We're not friends, Ms. Williams. You're lying to me half the time, and I'm lying to you all the time.

Every time Gat said these things, so casual and truthful, so oblivious—my veins opened. My wrists split. I bled down my palms. I went light-headed. I'd stagger from the table or collapse in quiet shameful agony, hoping no one in the family would notice. Especially not Mummy.

I never got an explanation. I just know he left me.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,

I thought she was a conniving, lying, man-stealing bitch, and I hoped she would fall in a volcano and die a horrible lava death.7 But

I mean, if those are your friends you've got no need for enemies.

Open their souls. Open their veins. Wipe off their smiles.

If I'd ever told my mother about what happened with the boyfriend list (which I never did), she would have said that Kim is a double-crossing backbiter. Then she'd have said I should vent my rage, forget all about Kim, get on with it and go eat some soy-based product.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell.

A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.

I was yours once 'till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now - I can't hang about whining forever - and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness?

Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.

I was yours once till death if you cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now--I can't hang about whining for ever--and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked and attend to your own happiness?

Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love.

Como é que tu achas que é o mundo das pessoas crescidas? -Não sei dizer. Sou um rapa- disse, com muita sinceridade. São muito traiçoeiras, sir? ---- Mr. Darcie (professor) e Maurice P.13, Maurice, E.M. Forster, Livros Cotovia, tradução de Jorge Ayres Roza de Oliveira P.13, Maurice

I hate the idea of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

The betrayal I now felt was greater because it had been perpetrated with the greatest of charm and courtesy.

am a Negro, and what had happened to me at that interview constituted, to my mind, a betrayal of faith. I had believed in freedom, in the freedom to live in the kind of dwelling I wanted, providing I was able and willing to pay the price; and in the freedom to work at the kind of profession for which I was qualified, without reference to my racial or religious origins.