Quotes About Betrayal

Now was the time to make quick tracks. Back to Fort-Gono, retrace my steps? Try to explain my conduct and the circumstances of the present disaster? I hesitated . . . Not for long. Nothing can be explained. The world only knows how to do one thing, to roll over and kill you, as a sleeper kills his fleas. That would be a stupid way to die, I said to myself, to let myself be crushed like everybody else. To put your trust in men is to get yourself killed a little.

Then you're not coming? You'd rather go to the pen? Okay! . . . You don't care if I turn you in? ... You don't care if I love you or not? . . . You don't care about my future? You don't care about anything, do you? . . ." No, he says. In a way you're right . . . But it's not just you ... I don't care about anyone else either . . . Christ, don't take it as an insult! ... I know you're a sweet kid . . . But I don't want to be loved anymore ... It disgusts me! . . .

Camille Claudel, Auguste Rodin's model and thrown-away lover.

Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn't see him." " 'Cause you hadn't convinced her to let you keep him yet," Mark said reasonably. "Did you leave the cats to keep him company?" "Yes," Augusta said. "And did they become best friends?" Maripat asked, happily sensing the end of the story. "No," Augusta said, knowing she was in too deep. "He ate them.

She couldn't imagine ever having sex with Kevin again. The very idea repulsed her.

Murder and marriage is not a happy mix.

I think it's sorter real dastardly to break a promise you make to a child.

I didn't believe he would, but I refused to bet, because I wanted to tell Mrs. Allan all about everything, and I felt sure it wouldn't do to tell her that. It's always wrong to do anything you can't tell the minister's wife.

Austin's 'entire disappointment' in the marriage, and his entrapment, as a fly caught in a spider's web.

The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing...

Her wonderful, sweet, perfect, fairy-tale romance had turned out to have a twist. Prince Charming was a bloodsucker.

How the devil did he get himself caught? By being no brighter than you, Suzette snapped before her father could answer. God, you are a fishwife, Jeremy said with disgust and then muttered to himself, It figures Dicky would marry sweet little mousy Christiana himself and stick me with the sister who was a harpy.

What the devil happened to you? Richard asked with amazement as he led Robert to the bed. I was shot, Daniel said. Richard frowned, but Robert snapped, It was probably the Fates punishing you. Punishing me for what? he asked with surprise. For breaking Suzette's heart, he growled. She was crushed when she got your letter.

You horrible, horrible man! Lisa yelled. How could you even show your face here, you bounder? Christiana snapped. You vile debaucher of innocents, Lisa added. She loved you, you cad! You've broken her heart! You should be shot for toying with her that way!

Capitu, apesar daqueles olhos que o Diabo lhe deu... Você já reparou nos olhos dela? São assim de cigana oblíqua e dissimulada.

Ah! meu caro Rubião, isto de política pode ser comparado à paixão de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo; não falta nada, nem o discípulo que nega, nem o discípulo que vende. Coroa de espinhos, bofetadas, madeiros, e afinal morre-se na cruz das ideias, pregado pelos cravos da inveja, da calúnia e da ingratidão.

Se, como penso, Capitu não disse a verdade, força é reconhecer que não podia dizê-la, e a mentira é dessas criadas que se dão pressa em responder às visitas que a senhora saiu, quando a senhora não quer falar a ninguém. Há nessa cumplicidade um gosto particular; o pecado em comum iguala por instantes a condição das pessoas, não contando o prazer que dá a cara das visitas enganadas, e as costas com que elas descem...

Capitu, apesar daqueles olhos que o diabo lhe deu... Você já reparou nos olhos dela? São assim de cigana oblíqua e dissimulada. Pois apesar deles, poderia passar, se não fosse a vaidade e a adulação. Oh! A adulação!

Des hommes, en effet, on peut dire généralement ceci: qu'ils sont ingrats, changeants, simulateurs et dissimulateurs, ennemis des dangers, avides de gain; et tant que tu leur fais du bien, ils sont tout à toi, t'offrent leur sang, leurs biens, leur vie, leurs enfants, comme j'ai dit plus haut, quand le besoin est lointain; mais quand il s'approche de toi, ils se dérobent.

Não se pode definir como virtude a matança dos próprios concidadãos, a traição aos amigos e a demonstração de falta de lealdade, de piedade, de consciência e de ideal moral: Essas práticas podem conquistar o poder ao príncipe, nunca a glória.

For this can be said of men in general: that they are ungrateful, fickle, hypocrites and dissemblers, avoiders of dangers, greedy for gain; and while you benefit them, they are entirely yours, offering you their blood, their goods, their life, their children,...when need is far away, but when you actually become needy, they turn away. (translated by Wayne A. Rebhorn)

Jesus, who comes across in the Gospels as extraordinarily strong, begged in the garden, with drops of sweat like blood running down his face, that he might be spared the terrible cup ahead of him, the betrayal and abandonment by his friends, death on the cross. Because Jesus cried out in anguish, we may too. But our fear is less frequent and infinitely less if we are close to the Creator. Jesus, having cried out, then let his fear go, and moved on.

Beware of pride and arrogance, Charles, for they may betray you.

Charles Wallace nodded. "Mad Dog Branzillo was born in Vespugia. But right here, where we stand, Madoc came and married Zyll and made the roses burn for peace. What happened to the Wind People? Where are they now?" "They were lovers of peace," Gaudior replied shortly. "Your planet does not deal gently with lovers of peace.