Quotes About Betrayal

He kills her in her own humor.

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. . . O, I die, Horatio;

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

I am glad I have found this napkin. This was her first remembrance from the Moor, My wayward husband hath a hundred times Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token— For he conjured her she should ever keep it— That she reserves it evermore about her To kiss and talk to. I'll ha' the work ta'en out, And give't Iago. What he will do with it, Heaven knows, not I. I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

My good Lysander! I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen When the false Troyan under sail was seen, By all the vows that ever men have broke In number more than ever women spoke, In that same place thou hast appointed me, Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.

I have been brought up in a world dominated by honor. I have known neither crime, poverty, nor betrayal, and here I taste hatred for the first time: it is sublime, like a thirst for justice and revenge. -the girl who played go

Ines had seen too many girls in her shop heartbroken because they'd fallen in love with men who did not love them back. She'd seen a number of babies born as well due to men's lies about love and women's willingness to believe them.

But since a person's deepest fantasies were formed by their more or less screwed up childhoods, it made sense that anything based on them would end up in betrayal.

She knew she'd wounded him when he'd least expected it, and her satisfaction lasted until the door had closed behind him. Once he was gone, it ebbed away along with her anger, leaving her with naught but the ashes and embers of a dying hearth fire.

She opened her mouth, clamped it shut again. This was new, this sudden favor shown Gloucester, had been brought back with him from Burgundy like some malevolent foreign pox.

I suppose I should just be thankful that since you are so much given to treachery, you're so reassuringly inept at it.

What is forgiveness worth without trust?

Eleanor would have been indifferent to the immorality of her adultery, but would never have forgiven the stupidity of it.

Hal and Richard show all the good will of Cain and Abel.

For treason he knew to be the most contagious of afflictions and innocence no guarantee of immunity.

The last time Ranulf had run into Sulien, the older man had called him a misbegotten English Judas and spat onto the ground at his feet. Yet now that same man was approaching the bed with a jovial smile, so apparently pleased to see the Judas again that Ranulf half-expected him to announce that a fatted calf had been killed in his honor.

The day that he accused a reigning King of murder was the day he signed his own death warrant, and he knew it.

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Richard forced him from his sickbed, broke his power, his pride. But you, John, you broke his heart. I truly wonder which be the greater sin.

Simon said nothing, thinking of all the good men who'd died because this inept, faithless fool had been born a King's son.

Some people think I should be over my ex by now — maybe I thought I might have been over him more by now. Maybe I'm half over who he was, but not who I thought he was, and not over the wound, sudden deathblow as if out of nowhere, though it came from the core of our life together.

You and I are ancient history, and nothing will change the fact you turned out to be an asshat whose best talent lies between the sheets.

Then one night at the very end of May he came home late with the smell of perfume on him. So thats it, I thought: after all these years. And I waited. Time after time I'd seen it happen to other men at such an age—a change of life: they get to thinking how much theyve missed, and they get scared. Just wait, I told myself, lying alone in bed those nights (it was June by then); it will play out on him soon enough.