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Quotes About Betrayal

I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets
~ Drake
Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.
~ Dorothy Allison
Everything about my life was a lie and remained so until after his death. What I set as my primary goal in life was all a mirage in a vast, empty desert.
~ Mary Balogh
Was it only little more than an hour ago that she had left this room so full of hope and happiness? She had not dreamed that her newfound love would be so effectively shattered in such a short time.
~ Mary Balogh
And while she had held him and opened to him and called his name, because he was Marius and the man she loved, he had merely been using her as almost any man would use a woman who was so obviously available.
~ Mary Balogh
She had felt only angry until this moment—blindly, furiously angry. But now she felt unaccountably hurt too, and empty, and bereft.
~ Mary Balogh
The memories themselves had been bad enough. It was almost unbearably painful to remember how close they had come to giving themselves to each other, how deep and lasting their love had seemed to be. It was impossible to understand how he could have changed so utterly and in such a short time. She shuddered at the memory of his coldness and callousness . . .
~ Mary Balogh
Good God, why had someone not told him? Why had Harry not mentioned it? Oh, by the way, my sister is remaining here indefinitely to ruin our peace.
~ Mary Balogh
Oh Christopher, she thought, burying her face in her hands again, why? Why did you have to turn out this way? Or why did you not show yourself in your true colors before I was foolish enough to love you?
~ Mary Balogh
The scoundrel has not let you down, has he? My God, I will not allow anyone else to do that to you. I'll kill him!
~ Mary Balogh
Elizabeth again found it difficult to reconcile that memory of a tender, loving Robert with the afternoon's encounter with the cold, unfeeling Marquess of Hetherington.
~ Mary Balogh
I wish I had realized that before. But it is true. And now I may hate you with my whole heart.
~ Mary Balogh
I shall always love you, he had said, and Elizabeth had believed him. She laughed harshly now . . . Forever did not last very long, she reflected.
~ Mary Balogh
Las mentiras solo acarreaban sufrimiento.
~ Mary Balogh
The memory of his treachery would harden her against her own heart.
~ Mary Balogh
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.
~ Mary Balogh
Remove your hands from me, my lord, she said calmly. I have nothing to say to you, now or ever. I had never thought to hate anyone. But I believe I do hate you.
~ Mary Balogh
Even when an individual tried to fake it, the eyes still echoed loss, love, fear, or hate.
~ Mary Burton
everyone lies.
~ Mary Burton
Cassie, Griff told you not to ride. Griff told you not to talk about the baby to the point you don't know a thing about what's to come. Griff told you a woman was unclean when she was carryin' a child. Griff mortgaged all your family heirlooms without telling you so you could have a useless new silk dress every year. Excuse me for speakin' ill of the dead, Cass, but your husband wasn't very smart, was he?
~ Mary Connealy
Every one of them has a story, and every story begins with a man who failed her. A husband who came home from the war, good for nothin' but drink. A father who didn't come home at all, or a stepfather who did. A brother who should have protected her. A beau who promised marriage and left when he got what he wanted, because he wouldn't marry a slut. If a girl like that has lost her way, it's-because some worthless no-account-sonofabitch left her in the wilderness alone!
~ Mary Doria Russell
Isaac didn't understand heartache. Or regret or longing or divided loyalties. Or anger or shattered trust or betrayal. Such things had no clarity. They involved expectations of another's behavior, and Isaac had no such expectations.
~ Mary Doria Russell
Every one of them [prostitutes] has a story, and every story begins with a man who failed her. A husband who came home from the war, good for nothin' but drink. A father who didn't come home at all, or a stepfather who did. A brother who should have protected her. A beau who promised marriage and left when he got what he wanted, because he wouldn't marry a slut. If a girl like that has lost her way, it's because some worthless no-account sonofabitch left her in the wilderness alone.
~ Mary Doria Russell
out whose side they were on. Even Fat
~ Mary Doria Russell