Quotes About Betrayal

The commendation of apparent friends is more dangerous than reproach.

Of the poor, fainting soul, tired of looking to humanity only to be betrayed and forgotten, Christ says, "Let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; and he shall make peace with me" (Isaiah 27:5).

Unlike your mother," she said, exhaling, "I told the culprit immediately. I thought at the very least he would visit me in the hospital after it was all done, but the son of a bitch sent me a get well card. Can you imagine? Serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.

Did the women feel like I was deserting them by deciding to live as the other gender? Maybe for Dad and Charlie, it didn't seem strange to want to be male, since that's what they were. But Mom and Laura—and, of course, Eve—acted like I was betraying them somehow. Would I have to give them up if I wasn't a girl anymore? I hoped not. I hoped that changing my gender wouldn't mean losing my entire past.

For me, trust is the first casualty of secrecy… integrity is probably the next.

No one had ever taught him - and he had never imagined the necessity of learning - how to betray the one person whom you truly cared for in life. The only person who genuinely loved you. How to break that person's heart, whether it be tomorrow, or five years or ten years in the future.

You make it sound as if I hit her. I did nothing to Edie!' 'Oh? You did nothing? The woman I found in your wake, stripped of all self-repsect, convinced that she was a failure as a mother and a lover: that wasn't your work? Because I think it was!

After finding him in bed with Rosalyn," Linnet's father said. He didn't even sound mournful, just matter-of-fact. "New bed; we'd had it only a week or two." "My sister had many passions," Zenobia said fondly. "I thought you just said she was white as snow!" the viscount snapped back. "None of them touched her soul! She died in a state of grace.

To sum it up, your father is morally corrupt and worthless. ..If you'd like an elaborated version: He is a rotter who wishes to be king, I also think he's annoyed by the fact that he's turned out to be a member of the human race and thereby vulnerable to death. Lady Joan Wilde

As long as it wasn't another girl.

What's the good of being Juliet when Romeo shows no sign of killing himself for love, but instead prances off with Rosalind.

Aún conservaba algo de aquella antigua lealtad hacia la autoridad que suele convertir a los hermanos pequeños en traidores y en chivatos

Nasceu com boceta? Vai ser enganada. Traída, humilhada.

Oh, I said 'I'm so happy, I could die.' She said 'Drop dead,' then left with another guy.

The Lord teaches us of His grace and the Gospel through difficult children. We learn what it's like to love like He loved. It is there, in our personal upper room, where we learn to wash the feet of those that are betraying us. It is there, kneeling before our rebellious children, that the real power of God is demonstrated.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if, creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity. Yet in a less assured mood, birth seems a calamity I would be miserable not having known.

Word — That invisible dagger.

By capitulating to life, this world has betrayed nothingness. . . . I resign from movement, and from my dreams. Absence! You shall be my sole glory. . . . Let "desire" be forever stricken from the dictionary, and from the soul! I retreat before the dizzying farce of tomorrows. And if I still cling to a few hopes, I have lost forever the faculty of hoping

umiremo srazmerno broju rechi koje razbacujemo svuda oko sebe.oni koji govore nemaju tajni. a svi govorimo. izdajemo se, krchmimo dushu; svako se, kao dzhelat neizrecivog, upinje da unishti sve tajne, pochev od sopstvenih.

Every friendship is an inconspicuous drama, a series of subtle wounds.

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When we have committed the folly of confiding a secret to someone, the only way of being sure he will keep it to himself is to kill him on the spot.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if, creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

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