Quotes About Betrayal

The cross is the burden of life. It is a place of betrayal, torture, and death. It is therefore a fundamental symbol of mortal vulnerability. In the Christian drama, it is also the place where vulnerability is transcended, as a consequence of its acceptance. [...] By accepting life's suffering, therefore, evil may be overcome. The alternative is hell, at least in its psychological form: rage, resentment, and the desire for revenge and destruction.

You're in order, when you have a loyal friend, a trustworthy ally. When the same person betrays you, sells you out, you move from the daytime world of clarity and light to the dark underworld of chaos, confusion and despair.

Bread is of little use to the man who has betrayed his soul, even if he is currently starving.

every single voluntarily unprocessed and uncomprehended and ignored reason for marital failure will compound and conspire and will then plague that betrayed and self-betrayed woman for the rest of her life.

What shall I say to a faithless brother? The King of the Damned is a poor judge of Being.

Chaos is the domain of ignorance itself. It's unexplored territory. Chaos is what extends, eternally and without limit, beyond the boundaries of all states, all ideas, and all disciplines. It's the foreigner, the stranger, the member of another gang, the rustle in the bushes in the night-time, the monster under the bed, the hidden anger of your mother, and the sickness of your child. Chaos is the despair and horror you feel when you have been profoundly betrayed.

If you truly love someone, it can seem a deep form of betrayal to stay integrated and healthy, in essence, in their absence or sadly waning presence. What does that ability indicate, after all, about the true depths of your love? If you can witness their demise and survive the loss, does that not imply that the bond was shallow and temporary, and even replaceable? If you were truly bonded, should not it destroy you (as it sometimes does)?

Tyranny grows slowly, and asks us to retreat in comparatively tiny steps. But each retreat increases the possibility of the next retreat. Each betrayal of conscience, each act of silence (despite the resentment we feel when silenced), and each rationalization weakens resistance and increases the probability of the next restrictive move forward.

Un viejo perro manso puede morder, las más intimas amistades pueden traicionar y las nuevas ideas pueden destruir antiguas convicciones que resultaban cómodas. Este tipo de cosas importan. Son reales.

It is for such reasons that trust is vital: but trust of the mature and tragic sort. A naive person trusts because he or she believes that people are essentially or even universally trustworthy. But any person who has truly lived has been—or has—betrayed.

I will trust you—I will extend my hand to you—despite the risk of betrayal, because it is possible, through trust, to bring out the best in you, and perhaps in me. So, I will accept substantial risk to open the door to cooperation and negotiation.

Adultery is still in.

Someone with experience knows that people are capable of deception and willing to deceive. That knowledge brings with it an arguably justified pessimism about human nature, personal and otherwise, but it also opens the door to another kind of faith in humanity: one based on courage, rather than naivete. I will trust you—I will extend my hand to you—despite the risk of betrayal, because it is possible, through trust, to bring out the best in you, and perhaps in me.

And my wife…well, I guess she'd earned her scene with me, but still; did she really have that much reason to be angry? I mean, when she married me she knew what she was getting into, didn't she? She had been my mistress, for Chrissake! That spoke volumes, didn't it"?

really hate threesomes when one of the participants is dead.

Lá iniciara Inês sua plantação de chifres e podia afirmar, com pleno conhecimento de causa, existirem condições propícias ao exercício da boa lavoura com seguro penhor de colheita farta. Discretíssimos castelos, bangalôs ocultos entre coqueiros em praias selvagens, com a brisa e o mar, um sonho. Quanto a rapazes, havia cada um!

För att ta livet av en människa behöver man ju inte sikta med Buck Jones revolver och göra pangpang med den. Det var inte så jag menade. Utan man kan också döda en människa i sitt hjärta. Man gör så att man slutar att tycka om den människan. Och en vacker dag är den människan död.

Não faz mal, eu vou matar ele. - Que é isso menino, matares teu pai? - Vou, sim. Eu já até que comecei. Matar não quer dizer a gente pegar o revólver de Buck Jones e fazer bum! Não é isso. A gente mata no coração. Vai deixando de querer bem. E um dia a pessoa morreu.

Ông có th? gi?t má»™t ng??i nào Ä'ó trong trái tim ông. Không yêu ng??i Ä'ó n?a. Và th? là má»™t ngày nào Ä'ó ng??i Ä'ó s? ch?t

You can kill someone in your heart. Stop loving them. And one day they die.

El que miente es traidor: sus víctimas le escuchan suponiendo que dice la verdad. El mentiroso conspira contra la quietud ajena, falta al repeto a todos, siembra la inseguridad y la desconfianza. Aborrece la sinceridad. Dice que ella es fuente de escándalo y anarquía, como si pudiese culparse a la escoba de que exista la suciedad.

No hay caso: hay gorilas por todos lados. Hasta en una pizzería de mierda. Pero entendamos: el Gordo es el patrón. Y en este país apenas cualquier pobre tipo llega a ser patrón se convierte en traidor, en buchón, abomina de su clase, quiere trepar, ser un señor, dar lástima en los salones de clase alta. Pero estar ahí.

Mira aquí tus plantas, pues, todo el altivo rigor de este corazón traidor que rendirse no creía, adorando, vida mía, la esclavitud de tu amor.

Actually all women are psychic. When a man cheats on a woman and lies to her, she already knows; she just lies to herself.