Quotes About Betrayal

You, too, are a fool, earthborn, to trust in demon-kind and to ride on a mare of smoke and night. What demons love they slay in the end, and the gifts of demons are snares. Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.

As they looked at each other, the woman and her daughter, they were not privy to what else the elderly lady had bequeathed. The pretty little bow-tied presents soon to be delivered to all the remaining assistants in the shop. Which each contained the turds of dogs and other, even more prolific, animals.

Gods and angels are known for their transience, their infidelity.

You could not resist the bait, this reputation of mine. It inflamed your vanity, Cyrion. As you reputation inflames mine. Jealousy. You must destroy the wicked Hasmun and his wax, and rule alone the cities of the coast. Eh, my honey? And I must and will destroy Cyrion.

If they wed this evening, we can let them have at least one night to imagine themselves in Paradise, before the walls of Montargo and Chenti come smashing down round their poor little ears and they know themselves in Hell instead.

Electra Chenti in crimson almost black, a diadem of Grechian influence in her uncombed hair from which unravelled a veil like a golden spider's web, studied her narrow hands and the thirteen rings that gripped her fingers. She cared little for any of them. There was only one she hated-on the marriage finger of her left hand. The scalding room had not tinted her white cheeks at all. Yet she had warned a fraction. To a perverse, bitter joy that her daughter, too, must suffer marriage.

Flavian Estemba, generally called "Mercurio" by those who knew him, stared toward the street, feigned vertigo, swayed first forward over the drop, next back, and so gracefully and bonelessly fell into the garden, and into the arms of Romulan, who, with a curse, caught him.

Now let's be going before Susina finishes biting the cash, and comes to ravish you." "You paid her. I'm in your debt-" "Yes, yes, and the sun is a vast light, and the world has four corners, and we are all in Lucifer's net. Out of the trap, mouse. The cheese is eaten.

It would seem it was one thing to be murdered, another to be humiliated.

The inflexion, the pattern of the words, they were both Mercurio's. Romulan recognized it with a sullen shock, a numbed limb jarred. Saffiro recognized it with fury.

For this was not the outcry of love, but one at last, and utterly, and forever, cheated.

I can feed from a chance encounter with a stranger and not feel I'm betraying anything, but when I feed from Caroline I feel I'm betraying you both. Her, because I can give her so little of what I am and you because I have given you all of me.

Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't," he said, his own jaw a little tight. "So I stole his car.

I am no Othello, Othello was a lie.

Any time you find yourself worrying about anything, or upset because someone has dishonored or betrayed you, it is only because you have placed your faith in something other than Jesus.

Rose couldn't stomach another day in the house with a woman who still treasured the monster she'd married. So she left with Sylous.

This was what Alvin Finch had learned: you can break their bones, but it is far better to break their heart. Suffice it to say that he had broken the father's heart.

Mary is an apple. Whoever plucks her Nails his heart To the leafless tree.

The rag rug That had heaped out onto your lap Slid to the floor. There it lay, coiled Between us. However it came, And wherever it found its tongue, its fang, its meaning, It survived our Eden.

We have to distrust each other. It's our only defense against betrayal.

Maybe all this sadness building up inside of her was for the death of a dream. Her dream of him. She'd built up the perfect image of him in her mind, and with every word he spat in her face, it was becoming more and more obvious that her dream was quite simply wrong.

It's better to have no father at all than to have one such as yours, Gareth...I'm so sorry.

If anything, the people who moved to Jonestown should be remembered as noble idealists. They wanted to create a better, more equitable, society. They wanted their kids to be free of violence and racism. They rejected sexist gender roles. They believed in a dream. How terribly they were betrayed.

He feared me as many men fear women: because their mistresses (or their wives) understand them. They are scarcely adult, some men: they wish women to understand them, and to that end they tell them all their secrets; and then, when they are properly understood, they hate their women for understanding them.