Quotes About Betrayal

No man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.

You've seen the razzle-dazzle; here's the bitter reality.

Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out.

There's nothing sooner dry than women's tears.

You have left me heartless; mine is in your bosom.

What's a whore? She's like the guilty counterfeited coin Which whosoe're first stamps it brings in trouble all that receive it.

You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery, Enters the devil murder.

Betrayal means that, faced with opposition or temptation or ridicule, we fail to stand by a commitment to another. It's another instance of that vicious lack of integrity which affects human life and fellowship—we make promises but break them; our word is not our bond; our fidelity is worthless.

he had required, to enhance his gratification, that his victim, the partner of his guilt, should be hurled from the pinnacle of unsullied virtue, down to the lowest abyss of infamy and degradation:

El lobo se vestía con piel de cordero y el rebaño consentía el engaño.»

Those things that he held most deeply were most profoundly betrayed when he spoke of them to his classes; what was most alive withered in his words; and what moved him most became cold in its utterance . And the consciousness of his inadequacy distressed him so greatly that the sense of it grew habitual, as much a part of him as the stoop of his shoulders.

He felt a renewal of the old passion for study and learning; and with the curious and disembodied vigor of the scholar that is the condition of neither youth nor age, he returned to the only life that had not betrayed him. He discovered that he had not gone far from that life even in his despair.

The coroner announced heart failure as the cause of death, but William Stoner always felt that in a moment of anger and despair Sloane had willed his heart to cease, as if in a last mute gesture of love and contempt for a world that had betrayed him so profoundly that he could not endure in it.

betrayed by certain artificialities of conduct, thrust from a great mechanical world upon this bare plateau of existence that fronted the wilderness.

Sometimes, she wanted quite furiously to hurt him; now, for instance, to lean forward and snap at him: 'Why do you dye your hair? I know you do. In this light it looks utterly horrible.

Love is not a thing you can pick up and throw into the gutter and pick up again as the fancy takes you. I am a person, very unfortunately for you, with a quite peculiar dread of thrusting myself or my affections on any one, of in any way outstaying my welcome. The man I would love would be the man I could trust to love me for ever. I do not trust you. I did outstay my welcome once. I did get thrown into the gutter, and came near drowning in that sordid place.

Look at me!' I screeched. 'Look at me, Amadeus von Linden, you sadistic hypocrite, and watch this time! You're not questioning me now, this isn't your work, I'm not an enemy agent spewing wireless code! I'm just a minging Scots slag screaming insults at your daughter! So enjoy yourself and watch! Think of Isolde! Think of Isolde and watch!

If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.

it never occurred to him that now he was looking at his master, at the one person in all the world who held his fate right between her palms-- me, in patched hand-me-downs and untrimmed hair and idiot smile-- and that my hatred for him is pure and black and unforgiving.

We're rowing like Greeks before those trees turn to treason, erased of all their writing.

...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.

The things you have heard are true; we are the mothers of monsters. We would, however, like to clarify a few points. For instance, by the time we realized what Jeffrey had been up to, he was gone.

My parents threw out the diary when they found it. They didn't want me keeping secrets in my room, never mind that a room and a girl will keep secrets even without pages to store them.

The papacy is just what prophecy declared that she would be, the apostasy of the latter times.