Quotes About Betrayal

"Appeasement" is the policy of feeding your friends to a crocodile, one at a time, in hopes that the crocodile will eat you last.

I'd like to throw Betsey Andreu and Travis Tygart in a wood-chipper. That would be my idea of a good time. Maybe I could get George to come over and help me clean up after.

By the time they had diminished from 50 to 8, the other dwarves began to suspect 'Hungry'.

My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.

Words are most malignant, the most treacherous possession of mankind. They are saturated with the sorrows of all time.

Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels.

Ah Franion, treason is loved of many, but the Traitor hated of all: unjust offences may for a time escape without danger, but never without revenge.

Something's died in me," she goes. "It took a long time for it to do it, but it's dead. You've killed something, just like you'd took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

Sometimes, the people we invest the most time in disappoint us the most.

No one was more shocked or angry than I was when we didn't find the weapons. I had a sickening feeling every time I thought about it. I still do.

Every time you go to a party and take a picture and post that picture to Facebook, you're being a rat. You're being a narc.

For the innocent, the past may hold a reward. But for the treacherous, it's only a matter of time before the past delivers what they truly deserve.

I hate a liar. Maybe because I'm such a good one myself, heh? Anyway, to find someone has told an out and out lie puts him on the other side of the fence from me for all time.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

But Time is a great traitor who teaches us to accept loss.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

Strangely, while he was being continuously unfaithful himself, he expected—demanded—that she be totally loyal to him.

He promised his lover a great deal, while all the time he was coldly planning one of the cruelest crimes I've ever written about.

Loyalty, usually an admirable trait, is not always a good thing—not when it is blind and when the object of that loyalty is undeserving.

Every woman in love with a married man believes that her relationship is "special," that no one else feels as she does, and that her being with him isn't really illicit because the two of them are in love and there are extenuating circumstances. And, with rare exceptions, they all get hurt when they learn that their romance isn't special at all.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Perhaps robbing someone of his or her story is the greatest betrayal of all.

Marriage founded upon deception can never lead to happiness.

As with many marriages, hers was based on essential misconceptions. In her case she had been misled into thinking Peter was reliable, perhaps because he was very careful always to put cedar shoe trees into his shoes and because he always wore the same cologne, a bay rum that could be had only from a shop in a London arcade. It turned out that he was not reliable, just finicky about small personal things like that. He still used a shaving brush and a straight razor.