Quotes About Betrayal

Stacy waited till she was certain he'd fallen asleep, then slipped free of his grasp, edging backward, leaving his hand lying open on the tent's floor, palm up, slightly cupped, like a beggar's. She imagined dropping a coin into it, late at night on some dark city street; she pictured herself hurrying off, never to see him again.

Scott B. Smith

Betrayal bleeds backward into the past, putting doubts and worries into what were once wonderful memories of connection. Betrayal is poison not just for the present, but for the past and the future too.

Product creators are the true talent of any corporation, especially one claiming to bet on innovation. The other roles don't create products and should be there to serve those who do. A classic betrayal of this idea is when the IT department dictates to creatives what equipment they can use. If one group has to be inefficient, it should be the support group, not the creatives. If the supporting roles, including management, dominate, the quality of products can only suffer.

Bronchial fix, lung lining expanding again, pounding holes, stabbing me in the back, bacterial traitor, wheezing breath from me, giving me the wonderful opportunity to take panting lessons from Rover.

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you look your woman in the eye and kill her by telling her the truth or you turn away and let her see what she wants. i try not to shake too much when i turn the lights out and the sobbing begins

I cut off his fingers to get him to talk, and when he'd confessed everything I wanted to hear, I had his fucking tongue cut out, and the stump cauterized." Everyone in the room stared at him. "I called him an asshole, too," said Locke. "He didn't like that.

So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

Hard lessons were handed out. As many men learned to their sorrow, it's impossible to be intimidating when one angry woman has your cock between her teeth and another is holding a stiletto to your kidneys.

The difference between honest and dishonest commerce is that when an honest man or woman of business ruins someone, they don't have the courtesy to cut their throat to finish the affair.

Excellent,' said one of the Sanzas. "Soon he'll be fat, and we can butcher him like all the others for a Penance Day roast." "What my brother means to say," said the other twin, "is that all the others died of purely natural causes, and you have nothing to fear from us. Now have some more bread.

Live snakes? ' said one of the scribes. 'You mean-' 'Yeah,' said Locke. 'They've got scales, they slither around - snakes. Keep up.

We go now," said Locke, "or I leave you here to die. Understanding is a luxury; you don't get to have it. Sorry.

And will they all hang with with you, for fellowship,and split death into equal shares like loot?" "I am not caught yet

Gods damn you, LOcke,'she whispered. The corners of her eyes glistened. 'Twice now? Look, uh, if I said the wrong thing---' 'No,' she said, wiping at her eyes, trying but failing to do so nonchalantly. 'No, the trouble is you said the right thing.

I'm sorry," muttered Locke. "I was so keen to come to Tal fucking Verrar." "It's not your fault. We were both eager to hop in bed with the wench; it's just shit luck she turned out to have the clap.

You know who else thought lightly of them, once? The Falconer.

Captain Orrin Ravelle," said Locke, drawing a dagger and placing it against the captain's throat. "Of the good ship Tal Verrar is Fucked ! You stop in and let them know I'm in the neighbourhood!

Distrust everyone,' she said, 'and you can never be betrayed. Opposed, but never betrayed.

So now we've got Requin thinking that Stragos is out to get him. I've never helped precipitate a civil war before. This should be fun.

What?" Jean glared at Locke and ground his teeth together. "You miserable little sneak, how could you—" "What? How dare I contemplate what you were going to do to me? You self-righteous strutting cock, I'll—" "What?" shouted Jean. "—I'll throw myself at you, and you'll beat the shit out of me," said Locke. "And then you'll feel awful! How about that, huh?

Wouldn't shit on his head to give him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ shade from the sun.

Locke ran his fingers under his coat lapel, then peeked at his cards and said "Ahhhh-ha," with a tone of interested pleasure. They were an astonishing constellation of crap; his worst hand yet.