Quotes About Betrayal

In] A Song at Twilight... Coward views compassionately a famous writer who, towards the end of his life, is outed by an ex-mistress. [Coward] argues that, by living a lie, the hero has recklessly maimed his talent. It is an Ibsenite theme and a moving coda to Coward's career.

Trickster, love will be the end of you.

There are no moments more painful for a parent than those in which you contemplate your child's perfect innocence of some imminent pain, misfortune, or sorrow. That innocence (like every kind of innocence children have) is rooted in their trust of you, one that you will shortly be obliged to betray; whether it is fair or not, whether you can help it or not, you are always the ultimate guarantor or destroyer of that innocence.

He was never unfaithful to Bina. But there is no doubt that what broke the marriage was Landsman's lack of faith.

A bitter, disappointed, and jealous man kills the man he believes to be his wife's lover, this you consider to be unlikely. A murderous Nazi spy with orders to abduct a parrot, on the other hand—

For every noble movement or advancement in the human endeavor across time, there were always betrayers who set everything a step back.

Trust no one. You may be working with the last honest cop in Mexicali, but why bet your life on it?

People are the worst animals," Rider said. "They will do anything to each other. Just to indulge their fantasies.

You know what they call a guy who switches sides in homicide? They call him a Jane Fonda, as in hanging with the North Vietnamese. You get it? It's crossing to the dark side.

habérmela contado a mí primero, porque esto podría hacerte sonar como una especie de chiflado vengativo.

the pale light coming in through the French door leading to the deck I could see who it was. "Milton. What the—" "Shut up, asshole. You surprised to see me? Did you think I was going to let them wash me down the toilet without doing something about it?" "I don't know what you're talking about. Listen, there are

who was really with him that night?" "I'm not telling you. It's the same risk today that it was back then. He's still a star. I'm not going to ruin his career." "We would keep it confidential. We wouldn't even put it on paper." "No. Nothing stays a secret forever, but if I told you, it would be a betrayal.

keep your quid pro quota shit. I only tol' you about Story because he's dead. You can put me back in

Actually, I wanted to take care of Terry. Yes, he had the potential of becoming a stone in my shoe. But I—" "Shut up, Bob!" Rachel yelled. "You couldn't carry Terry's lunch. Harry, this is too dangerous. Put him down! Do it now!

punji traps. They were dead. Eleanor

MICHAEL CONNELLY TWO KINDS OF TRUTH

With the money from the legal settlement, he hires a beautiful young woman from the local university to type for him as he orally composes the sentences. But soon he realizes she is editing and rewriting what he tells her before she even types it in. And what dawns on him is that she is the better writer. Soon he sits mute in the room while she writes. He only watches. He wants to kill her, strangle her with his hands. But he can't move his hands to do it. He is in hell.

They got my glove," Lex said. "My Darryl Strawberry special." They started walking again. Tim put his arm around her shoulders. "Are you all right?" "Of course, stupid," she said, shaking him off. She looked upward. "I hope they choke and die," she said. "Yeah," Tim said. "Me, too.

You're lyin' in horseshit," Toad said. "Oh God, it's true.

Memory is the only afterlife I have ever believed in. But the forgetting inside us cannot be stopped. We are programmed to betray.

I admit I must have been impossible to live with. It was the self-righteousness of the grieving--my idea that I would betray him if I carried on as before, if I went through the motions of living--that must have driven my family apart from me. I still do not understand those instincts that lead you to flee the ones who want to help you, that lead you to take revenge upon them for a sorrow that is not their fault.

So I had to go to the Marriott," I finished. "You what?" He jumped to his feet as though he'd been hit with a cattle prod. "How could you do this, after everything that happened?

Goldman Sachs did not leave the house before it began to burn; it was merely the first to dash through the exit—and then it closed the door behind it.

That her niece should find such profound pleasure in the company of a thirteen-year-old black girl--and, more to the point, always within the precincts of Elinor's house--was a slap in Mary-Love's face. She decided, without saying anything more to James, to wreck Grace's perfection of happiness. Grace would learn that she, Mary-Love, was the source of all felicity within the Caskey family.