Quotes About Betrayal

And for all those years, we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my terrible accusations afterward at the piano bench. All that remained unchecked, like a betrayal that was now unbreakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped something so large that failure was inevitable. And even worse, I never asked her what frightened me the most: Why had she given up hope?

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

Auntie An-mei had cried before she left for China, thinking she would make her brother very rich and happy by communist standards. But when she got home, she cried to me that everyone had a palm out and she was the only one who left with an empty hand.

Acaso el odio no es un simple resultado del amor herido?

When something that violent hits you, you can't help but lose your balance and fall. And after you pick yourself up, you realize you can't trust anybody to save you—not your husband, not your mother, not God. So what can you do to stop yourself from tilting and falling all over again?

Believe me, daughter, there is nothing worse than having your own family member out for revenge.

Neglect is a surreptitious slayer of the heart. It has as its accomplice carelessness.

Every lover could be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love. When something hurts you, saddens you, I rush to avoid it, to alter it, to feel as you do, but you turn away with a gesture of impatience and say: I don't understand

Now, his hair is white and he no longer understands anyone's need to love, for he has lost everything, not to love, but to his games of love; and when you love as a game, you lose everything, as he lost his home and wife, and now he clings to me, afraid of loss, afraid of solitude.

saw him as a saint. His attitude silenced me. From that moment on, if he had been brought back to me dead on a stretcher, I would not have cared. He cannot hurt me any more.

Perfidious, infinitely desirable, drawing me to her as towards death.

I feel that an initial shock has shattered my wholeness, that I am like a shattered mirror. Each piece has gone off and developed a life of its own. They have not died from the shock (as, in some cases I have seen, women who died from betrayals, go into mourning, abdicate all love, never renew contact with man again), but separated into several selves, and each one developed a life of its own.

are the only woman who has had a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance—no more, you seem to urge me to betray you.

What corrodes a love are the secrets.

Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!

How can my body betray me when there is so much still to be done? You see, it isn't age itself that betrays you; it is your body, and with its deterioration goes your power. You end up obsessed, entirely focused on your health, paying attention to every nuance, every ache and pain. Instead of working or living your life, you waste your time on appointments with doctors.

But Truman Capote wasn't interested in humanizing Gloria Vanderbilt, even while he floated in her majestic swimming pool. Instead, he wanted to resent her.

Diríase que el amor se ha prostituido, al pasar por el corazón de tantos imbéciles.

God exacted interest like a loanshark, you paid and kept paying and still He broke all yr bones, one Yom Kippur, at the beginning of her 30th year, God had written her name once again in the book of loss, Bertha Schneider, let her lose everything, God had written in that pedestrian prose of His. rub it in, pile it on, and let her eat cake, the kind wrapped in plastic, God had scratched in the margin.

Exactly. Once you've disposed of your cargo, sail to Dartmouth in their ship. Then sink it, reboard the Fortune, which will be in the cove we agreed on, and await my arrival." So saying, Armon held up the black gem, pivoting it slowly in order to admire all its facets. "I've waited a long time for this day. And no one and nothing is going to stand in my way." "Good morning." That deep baritone penetrated Courtney's haze, and she blinked, taking

Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.

Mertins decided to get even. He rifled through der Hovsepian's papers that were filed on the Thomasberg estate, and gave the whole incriminating pile to the German authorities.34 Mertins had snitched on his partner.

Let me bury here the rage I feel to have been twice robbed: once of the child I wanted, and once of the son I loved.

Nie ma takiego klamstwa, ktorego nie mozna wypowiedziec, aby dojsc do prawdy. Nie ma takiej przysiegi, ktorej nie mozna zlamac, aby ocalic wiernosc.