Quotes About Betrayal

and called you cousin while reaching around to put the knife between your shoulder blades. This contest was supposed to be so high and mighty — a chance to shape the future. But the nitty-gritty was more like a reality TV show called Who Wants to Be a Backstabber? It was getting more cutthroat by the hour. Were all Cahills so

Traitors who prevail are patriots; usurpers who succeed are divine emperors.

Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

Perhaps the sexual life is the great test. If we can survive it with charity to those we love and with affection to those we have betrayed, we needn't worry so much about the good and the bad in us. But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination ... then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.

Be Disloyal. It's your duty to the human race. The human race needs to survive and it's the loyal man who dies first from anxiety or a bullet or overwork. If you have to earn a living...and the price they make you pay is loyalty, be a double agent--and never let either of the two sides know your real name.

She mixes religion with desertion to make it sound noble.

His question reminded me of how easy he had been to deceive, so easy that he seemed to me almost a conniver at his wife's unfaithfulness, as the man who leaves loose banknotes in a hotel bedroom connives at theft, and I hated him for the very quality which had once helped my love.

What they had both thought was safety proved to have been the camouflage of an enemy who works in terms of friendship, trust and pity.

There's no such thing as gratitude in politics.

They killed him because he was too innocent to live.

Once for five minutes seven years ago they had been lovers—if you could give that name to a relationship in which she had never used his baptismal name: to her it was just an incident, a scratch which heals completely in the healthy flesh: she was even proud of having been the priest's woman. He alone carried a wound, as though a whole world had died.

At the end of what is called the sexual life the only love which has lasted is the love which has everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

O ódio parece mexer com as mesmas glândulas que o amor: produz até as mesmas ações. Se não nos tivessem ensinado a interpretar a história da Paixão, será que seríamos capazes de dizer, julgando apenas pelas ações, se foi o ciumento Judas ou o covarde Pedro quem amou a Cristo?

I didn't bother to ask him why he didn't wait for someone from the American Legation, for I knew the reason. French methods are a little old-fashioned by our cold standards: they believe in the conscience, the sense of guilt, a criminal should be confronted with his crime, for he may break down and betray himself. I told myself again I was innocent

wasn't only evil men who did these things. Courage smashes a cathedral, endurance lets a city starve, pity kills . . . we are trapped and betrayed by our virtues.

Letters could lie all right, but they made the lie permanent. They lay as evidence against you: they made you meaner than the spoken word.

we handed him back his province and left our allies to be crucified and sawn in two. They were innocent. They thought we'd stay. But we were liberals and we didn't want a bad conscience.

I'm still in love, Pyle, and I'm a wasting asset.

almost fanatically, began to see another man, and although she still clung on to Williams for his money, it was quite obvious to him that she didn't love him

I am a loyal son of the Emperor, and I would never betray him, for I have already broken his heart and his greatest creation. I will accept my fate and though history may judge us traitors, we will know the truth. We will know we were loyal unto the end because we accepted our fate.

I have no trouble with my enemies, Miss Vivar. I can take care of my enemies in a fight. But my so-called allies, my damned allies, they're the ones who keep me walking the floors at night. - Warmaster Horus

You know as well as I that this doesn't end with kill teams or assassins or a pre-emptive strike thousands of light years from Terra. It ends with me looking into my father's eyes, my hands around His neck, and showing Him everything he loves burned to ash by His lies.