Quotes About Betrayal

Within himself, Tom Fisher smiles serenely. It's almost too easy. Promise these morons something they want. Let them believe in it. Then take it away. And tell them who's to blame.

When boys get angry with each other, they just fight it out and it's all over. But girls are dirty. They pretend to be your friend and go behind your back.

Very little," Ash said honestly. "I'd believe very little you told me." "Because I'm a traitor, in your eyes?" "No," she said. "Because you're a traitor in your eyes.

one person's idea of live-and-let-live is another person's definition of betrayal

Bent Bender "Well, if God doesn't exist, who's laughing at us?" —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov One day Lecia rings me up. Tawdry, she says. An adjective meaning crude or trashy or otherwise unseemly, I say. Talk to me. Mother's sleeping with Harold, she says, meaning Daddy's pill-popping nurse, crashing of late in the spare room. Never happen, I say. That man has got to be gay. Happened, she says.

That conniving little slut," Pokey said. "I'd like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with 'em.

Wendell had looted the trust fund left to her by her grandfather and father, to the tune of six million dollars. And change.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

Ma la mia non sarà l'abietta sottomissione dello schiavo. Mi vendicherò delle offese subite: se non posso ispirare affetto, diffonderò il terrore, e a te in particolare, mio arcinemico perché mio creatore, giuro odio inestinguibile. Bada bene: lavorerò alla tua distruzione e cesserò solo quando ti avrò straziato il cuore tanto da farti maledire il giorno in cui sei nato.

I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel

I supposed there were circumstances in which it was correct, even praiseworthy, for a girl to bash a man's head in with a lamp while he was kissing her...

But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am quite alone.

But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No; from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all, against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this insupportable misery.

My protectors had departed, and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them; but, allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death.

For the moment that I did believe her guilty, I felt an anguish that I could not have long sustained. Now my heart is lightened. The innocent suffers; but she whom I thought amiable and good has not betrayed the trust I reposed in her, and I am consoled.

In an evil hour I subscribed to a lie, and now only am I truly miserable

Remember that am they creature, I ought to be thy Adam, but am rather the fallen Angel.

Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with perceptions and passions, and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind.

Perhaps during former years he had suffered from the late-discovered unworthiness of one beloved, and so was disposed to set a greater value on tried worth.

You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow-creatures, who owe me nothing?

One time, Alexander Nikolaevich discovered, Stalin invited an old friend back in Georgia to Moscow for a reunion. They dined and drank—Stalin took pride in his hospitality and his menus, which he personally curated.7 Later the same night, the friend was arrested in his hotel room. He was executed before dawn. This could not be explained with any words or ideas available to man.8

It was a stunning blow to learn that there was no warrant for my arrest, much less an international all-points bulletin. I had lived for years like a hunted animal, while no one at all was looking for me, not even back home. That's injustice for you.

BAD BLOOD MATT FORBECK