Quotes About Betrayal

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me." Her hands tightened on his face. She started to pull him down toward her. "No," he said, resisting. She stopped, a hurt look washing over her face. Her moving, blurring face. "Why?" she asked. The darkness almost had him fully now. "You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says … 'To be killed by Group B.'

Newt shushed them again. "That's not bloody half of it," he said, then pointed down into the Box. "I think she's dead.

I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!

You have to conclude that your country has run amuck, that the people responsible are insane, that you can not trust your leaders, your President, your general, your parents, your friends, your neighbors, your co-workers, your police, your town, your state, your country, anymore because it is liable to turn upon you for no reason at all, except that for its own security it needs a scapegoat, any scapegoat including you, and there is no appeal possible.

You have to conclude that your country has run amuck, that the people responsible are insane, that you can not trust your leaders, your President, your general, your parents, your friends, your neighbors, you co-workers, your police, your town, your state, your country, anymore because it is liable to turn upon you for no reason at all, except that for its own security it needs a scapegoat, any scapegoat including you, and there is no appeal possible.

Jimmy Hoffa said, "I know how Jesus must have felt. The fucking pharaohs rose to power on his coattails like the fucking Kennedy brothers are rising on mine." Heshie Ryskind said, "Get your history straight. It was Julius Caesar that did Jesus in.

You never loved anyone who loved you back.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Dear Eldritch Snitch. I slap you with the satin glove of righteous wrath! From what noxious nest of nattering nincompoopery do you release your rancorous roosters of rumor...

far more against such as would betray or deliver up our free reformed mother-kirk unto the bondage of anti-christ, the Pope of Rome.

I have a feeling of - wanting to confront my enemies. No, of wanting to confront the enemy part of my friends.

Sir Lancelot increased in fame and worship above all men, for he overthrew all comers, and never was unhorsed or worsted, save by treason and enchantment.

Be your friend's true friend, to him and his friends, Thorgrim recalled the old saying. Beware of befriending an enemy's friend.

A lie is an act of theft. It steals people's faith and makes them resent themselves

The postman always rings twice.

Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.

I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.

I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren't drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.

That's all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.

Mildred sat quite still, and when she heard Veda drive off she was consumed by a fury so cold that it almost seemed as though she felt nothing at all. It didn't occur to her that she was acting less like a mother than like a lover who had unexpectedly discovered an act of faithlessness, and avenged it.

Sleep evaded him like an old friend who owed him money.

God damn every one of you two-faced motherfuckers.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.