Quotes About Betrayal

She soon says, You're my best friend, Ed. You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

You know,' she begins, 'you fellas ought to be looking after each other.' Her comment makes me realise that through the lies, the greatest irony is that we are looking out for each other. It's just that in the end, we're letting her down. That's what injures us.

Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.

It'll be dark soon, Rudy.' He walked on. 'So what?' 'I'm going back.' Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. 'That's right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you'd keep walking. Wouldn't you?

There was a chapter called "Tired Hearts" in A Song in the Dark. A romantic girl had promised herself to a young man, but it appeared that he had run away with her best friend. Liesel was sure it was chapter thirteen. " Ã¢â'¬ËœMy heart is so tired,' Ã¢â'¬Â the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary.

He is my friend." "Nobody ever gets betrayed by their enemy.

I hate people like that, people you have to protect while they keep hurting you.

And how did he ever think he'd get away with murdering me?" Her tone implied she must surely belong to that rare breed of mortals who must go unmurdered.

No longer can I bear with the ruined god, betrayed and beaten by his own magic. Calling on powers best left unsummoned, he took human beings apart—and then he put them back together again.

Roman shook his head as if he'd given the matter a lot of consideration. "Wolves hate dogs. Wolves hunt down dogs because they regard them as traitors. If you think about it, dogs are dogs only because of humans; otherwise they'd all be wolves, right? And where will we be when all the dogs are gone? It will be the end of civilization.

A time comes when silence is betrayal. Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily assume the task of opposing their government's policy, especially in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought within one's own bosom and in the surrounding world.

You did give me treatment. You never tell me any news. Your Mrs up and died of TB the other year, and who was the last to know? I was the last to know. I wasn't told until the day she died, and you knew for weeks and weeks, with not a thought for my feelings …

It seems that the great majority of these men and women are still employed in the organisations, and are capable of handing over information which would put their targets at risk from attack. 

There is a terrible pain," she said softly, "about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power.

You are my flesh and blood and I have always doted on you, but right now I would have to say you deserve a haughty, ruined chit for your own and she deserves you.

could not ascend. Swiftly I threw off my clothes, pulled on those of a beggar, and put on my pigments and wig. Even a wife's eyes could not pierce so complete a disguise. But then it occurred to me that there might be a search in the room, and that the clothes might betray me. I threw open the window, reopening by my violence a small cut which I had inflicted upon myself in the bedroom that morning. Then I seized my

When a man takes a mistress, he doesn't turn around and divorce his wife.

Hatsumomo's lovely smille grew... until her lips were as rich and full as drops of blood beading at the edge of a wound

We human beings have a remarkable way of growing accustomed to things; but when I pictured Mameha dancing her slow lament, hidden from the eyes of her husband and his mistress, I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you.

Sentía que había traicionado a un hombre que había sido tan bueno conmigo, un hombre en el que había llegado a ver un amigo.

Când Nobu a intrat în înc?pere, zâmbetul fermec?tor al lui Hatsumomo a înflorit, pân? când buzele ei pline au ajuns ca dou? uriaÈ™e pic?turi de sânge adunate la gura unei r?ni.

You opposed fascism, then you ditched communism. 'No, I didn't. Communism ditched me by turning into Stalinism'.

To sell oneself for thirty pieces of silver is an honest transaction; but to sell oneself to one's own conscience is to abandon mankind. History is a priori amoral; it has no conscience.