Quotes About Betrayal

It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.

Felix, you see, doesn't need to worry about who Lord Stephen marries. And that must gnaw at Robert's dry little soul like a rat.

The history of Mélusine is like a massacre in a lunatic asylum, patients and wardens turning on each other, turning on themselves, and turn and turn about.

I ride behind the dog out of the city; the city of burning, the city of ghosts. When the gatemouth has shrunk behind us, the dog stops and come back and ties my hands to the saddle. Then we ride again. I don't know how long we ride. Everything hurts, and the city is screaming behind me.

There is a terrible weight to that never from Malkar Gennadion, who is also Brinvillier Strych-and who knows how many other names he may have had? Who knows how many lives he may have held and used and discarded, how many other lives he may have left ruined in his wake? I wonder if even Malkar himself knows any longer.

I'd seen him hurting, so he turned around and hurt me. Like a clockwork bear. Wind him up and watch him go.

You must be the only person in the Mirador who hasn't realized Mildamy would walk on knives for you.

The day I smile on you flirting with another man is the day you know our relationship is dead.

He would be cruel indeed, to put a passion in her, and then to punish her for feeling it.

It was done the day you took me to that house in Bryanston Square, she said. Or even, the time before that, when you bought me tea. We stood in the sun, and you closed your eyes and I looked at your face...I think it was done then, Julia.

You thought her a pigeon. Pigeon, my arse. That bitch knew everything. She had been in on it from the start.

I had kissed her. I had lain upon her. I had touched her with a sliding hand. I had called her a pearl. She had been kinder to me than anyone save Mrs Sucksby; and she had made me love her, when I meant only to ruin her.

I knew about that kind of love. I knew how it was to bare your palpitating heart, and be fearful as you did so that the beats should come too loudly, and betray you. I had kept my heart-beats smothered; and had been betrayed, anyway.

Only when the little charade was nearly complete did Frances understand what it was all about. The spot at which Lilian had been grasping lay just above her heart. She had been drawing an imaginary stake from it.

Just so did they want to crush our friendship, now. It was against the rules. I

God! Molly, will you just stop and listen to me?" he begged, trying to wrap himself around me again. I pushed him away. "What could you possibly say that I'd want to hear?" I demanded, slapping his lying arms away. "I love you," he pleaded. And it broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Because it was only now, when I knew that I could never stand to be near him again, that he was telling me what I'd always wanted to hear.

Esto era lo peor de tener una relación con alguien, incluso una relación fingida. Te abres, le permites entrar, y cuando todo termina, tienen todas las municiones que necesitan para destruirte por completo.

No, the single most humiliating part of the whole fucking humiliating exercise in abject humiliation was that somewhere between then and now, Grace had actually thought Vaughn was a nice guy

Rawdon knew better than anyone that Becky's promises never amounted to anything but a handful of dust.

That was the worst thing about having a relationship with someone, even a pretend relationship. You opened up, let someone in, and when it was over, they had all the ammunition they needed to completely destroy you.

There can be no such thing as a successful traitor, for if one succeeds he becomes a founding father. The

God designs people's emotions so you fall in love with people who, in return, wouldn't even use your hollowed-out skull for a spittoon.

Back in February 1915, when the plan had first been scuttled, Lawrence had bitterly suggested to his family that France was the true enemy in Syria. In the wake of the second scuttling in November 1915 was born an enmity that would cause him to view all future French actions in the region with utter distrust.

Among the handful of British diplomats and military men aware of their government's secret policy in the Middle East—that the Arabs were being encouraged to fight and die on the strength of promises that had already been traded away—were many who regarded that policy as utterly shameful, an affront to British dignity.