Quotes About Betrayal

And then Sherlock Holmes had turned out to be a woman with loose morals and no remorse.

So . . . you want me to fall in love with you, while you play kissing games with another girl?

He walked to the grandfather clock and pretended to check the time on his watch, when he wanted to grab the poker next to the grate and smash everything in the room. The children they were going to have. The life they were going to share. Everything slashed and burned in a vicious assault by reality. And her, oblivious to his pain, throwing away their happiness as if it were last week's bread.

She should laugh at such ambitions on his part: nothing about him held any romance for her, not his crown, not his black heart, not his beautiful liar's face.

sincere. "I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me once the sun rose." "You were right. I wouldn't have—if only I knew. And that was why you hid it from me, wasn't it? You wanted to preserve an illusion. You knew I wouldn't touch Verity Durant with a ten-foot pole, so you didn't give me a chance to repudiate her. Then you took that illusion home and left me to pick up the pieces.

Somehow he couldn't believe that this was it, that their story would end with such wretchedness, as if Hansel and Gretel had become the witch's dinner after all, or Sleeping Beauty's prince a pile of gnawed bones in the Enchanted Forest.

Her name is Vera. The Lady Vera Drake. And I never said she died; I said we lost her." Utter silence. "Do you understand now, Mr. Somerset?" "My God, do you mean to tell me that—that—" "Yes," said the dowager duchess.

Finally someone takes me seriously enough to ask for my word of honor, and it's a villain.

Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.

If you want to spot a liar, just remember that concealing the truth is like swallowing a slow-acting poison. It might take a while, but it will get them in the end. —VICTOR FLEMMING I

When you realize someone is trying to hurt you, it hurts less." "Unless you love them.

And then Shin started to make gentle love to me. Every touch drove me wild and I began to moan and beg him to do it harder. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me. "Shoko! You're high right now, aren't you?" "What?" "I can tell when you are. Your reactions aren't the same at all." His words made me feel dirty. The innocent version of me, the girl who had walked happily hand in hand with Shin, no longer existed.

Jemmy dipped the quill in beet juice and continued scribbling. "I'll tell him you've got reserved seats in Hell." "Aye! That's the ticket!

I'm tired of the lies and the cheating, and the broken promises that were never meant to be kept.

He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.

Sometimes you trust someone who turns out not to be honest. There are a lot of things that happen in life that don't turn out the way you're given the impression that they will. And I think that's all kind of a con. But I think we've probably all been hurt.

When he was nearly thirty-six, my brother Jem got his heart badly broken when his fourth marriage fell apart, mostly because his wife never could get used to Boo, who lived with them and creeped her out by making little wooden dolls of her and putting them in the hollow tree out front.

Dennis, please. I don't know what-" "Shut the fuck up, and stop playing me for an idiot. And secondly, and more importantly, I've unearthed some disturbing information about you which I want to discuss in more detail before I fill you with holes.

Sabes qué es lo peor que te puede pasar? Que no puedas confiar en la persona que más amas en el mundo

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.

I saw myself as a knight-errant...but the damsel in distress stabbed me in the back, my sword shattered on the dragon's hide, and my grail turned out to be the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

Eddie Drood: Is this why we become agents? To play games, to chase after secrets that are rarely worth all the blood spilled on their behalf...To end up stabbed in the back, just when you thought you'd won, bleeding out in some nameless backstreet...With most people never even knowing who you were, or what you did, or why it mattered?

Today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy.