Quotes About Betrayal

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All betrayal starts with betrayal of the self.

I hated her for leaving us. I hated her. I hated her most for leaving me with Dad.

It makes me think about how Alan behaved over the past few years. How he kept so much hidden from me. I can see now how it was possible, and I don't like how that makes me feel.

Puck's eyes gleamed, feral and menacing. Oh, I don't know, princess. Maybe it was because I was stupid enough to care about you. Maybe I actually thought I had a chance. Silly me, thinking that one little kiss meant anything to you.

Of course you're sorry. The first words out of the mouths of men who are caught doing something they're only too happy to continue until they're caught.

So she was to be savagely heartbroken and then poisoned by one of their cook's noxious herbal brews in the space of a few hours? Dante would find inspiration in this day.

I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

I can't. I don't trust people anymore.

You can betray someone with a word or an action. You can betray them with silence or inaction too. And in betraying that one person, you can betray a whole world.

There are some things you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.

Prostitution reinforces all the old dumb clichés about women's sexuality; that they are not built to enjoy sex and are little more than walking masturbation aids, things to be DONE TO, things so sensually null and void that they have to be paid to indulge in fornication, that women can be had, bought, as often as not sold from one man to another. When the sex war is won prostitutes should be shot as collaborators for their terrible betrayal of all women.

Dad," I say, leaning across the table, "did you know that Mom made things up about me?

God, please," I scream, "help, Mom, he is going to kill me!" And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now Ã¢â'¬Â¦ And my mother, arms folded, body now relaxed and loose, is wearing the curly smile of a Cheshire cat, staring right at me, holding my eyes as I go down, crack, into the corner.

I guarantee that at some point in your life, something you told someone not to tell anyone ever was told to many, many other people with that same instruction. If there's something you don't want anyone to know: Don't. Tell. Anyone.

Because the man who stood there before us was not our father. He was somebody else, a stranger who had been sent back in our father's place. That's not him, we said to our mother, That's not him, but our mother no longer seemed to hear us..."Did you..." she said. "Every day," he replied. Then he got down on his knees and he took us into his arms...

You said I was all you'd ever need Love is blind and little did I know That you were just another dead-end road Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams

The Treachery of the Intellectuals.

On ne sait jamais quand la vie va vous trahir ; inutile de compter sur le lendemain, ni même sur l'heure qui va suivre ; il n'y a de certain que la mort.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

And you dare to wear the golden spurs of a knight? You dare to call yourself a Marshal of France and carry the fleur-de-lis on your coat of arms? The meanest lackey in this hall knows more of honour and loyalty than you! Hang and burn my servants and kill me - kill too, now that you have handed your companion-in-arms Arnaud de Montsalvy, to your cousin. With my last breath, I shall call on Heaven to witness that Gilles de Rais is a traitor and a felon!

Non sei che un vile, duca di Bourgogne, traditore del tuo re di cui lasci insozzare la dimora. Io ti dichiaro indegno di portare glis speroni di cavaliere...

Misteriosamente, la cama es como una traición.