Quotes About Betrayal

Too often close relationships are better at causing demolition than building.

I dislike any form of betrayal. Too many people take their marriage vows lightly. If one is fortunate enough to inspire affection, one should strive to deserve it, do you not think?

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.

You know — or perhaps you do not know — that there are two women whom I have hated all my life long — Lady Byron and Marie Louise.

The Grand Duke, too, whose part I have been taking hitherto (because he did seem to me a good man, more sinned against than sinning) — the Grand Duke I give up from henceforth, seeing that he has done this base thing of taking again his Austrian titles in his proclamations coincidently with the approach of the Austrians.

Is it 'the cruellest cut of all' when you talk of infinite kindness, yet attribute such villainy to me?

So I am going to trust you. I want you to know that if it turns out you're playing me, I'm going to spend the whole endless time the black hole is spaghettifying both of us being extremely disappointed in you.

There," Murchaud said, tapping the cool surface the Darkling Glass. "There's is your cellar, Master Poet, and there is your oubliette." "Not mine, surely.

He's setting you up, Jenny. Damn. Has set you up.

Once Alasdair killed Caithness and exiled Caitlin, the lousy lying and the brusque disregard for politics and manipulation only solidified in her character.

When we love, it is hard to forgive the beloved for not being the person we imagined them.

He blinked, his expression the strangest blend of grief and hurt betrayal; Kit saw it with a clarity which made a mockery of the ten feet between them.

Must do this thing in any case: wilt thou trust thy vengeance to thine Elf-Knight, love?

Had he robbed her of all joy forever? Or of all trust in her joy, which amounted to the same thing?

She hadn't trusted anyone, not since Patience. Not since Moon Morrow's confidential secretary had turned out to be not so confidential after all.

He stank of something bitter and sharp. His thumb moved across the scar on Cathoair's cheek, a sickening caress, and Cahey somehow got his hands up on Mingan's shoulders, and shoved. Mingan kneed him in the solar plexus, so if not for the Wolf's grip on his neck, Cathoair would have gone to the ground.

Oh, sweeting. Thou scorned not my money before. Whyso now?

Perfidious candle-flicker," he said in a hush. "Remember me.

You let your guard down to one person, pretty soon other people started creeping in over the razor wire and around the force fields, too. And then they inevitably hurt you, and what might have been a few chips and dents of your deflectors were working turned, instead into a full-sledged meteor storm, leaving behind cracked bones and big meaty gauges.

She hasn't forgiven me for getting her wife ousted from the Export Board, and she still thinks the Coalition can be appeased.

I remembered what it felt like to have your heart peeled out of your body and handed to you by somebody you'd loved and allowed yourself to be vulnerable to.

The Jacob's Ladder had brought Perceval and her people all this way, through the claws of the cold and cunning Enemy, even though she had been designed by the treacherous Builders to fail and kill them.

It took me a moment to identify the terrible bubbling sound coming over my com as Farweather laughing at me between swallows of blood. I resisted the urge to smash her fucking helmet in, but only barely.

Muire's cheeks stung. She didn't want to think of them, or Mingan's obscene pleasure in finally having Strijbjorn under orders and biddable. Nor did she wish to think that the Grey Wolf had gone from hanging his deadly embrace over her, to having his way with this candle-flicker.