Quotes About Betrayal

The bitch, I thought. If there was one woman in the entire world a man could fall in love with and still think life worth refusing, it was Veronica.

was my closest friend, and continued so for many years. He was the gentlest of us, the most thoughtful, the one who put most trust in others. And—perhaps because of these very qualities—he was the one who had most trouble with girls and, later, women. Was there something about his softness, and his inclination to forgive, which almost provoked bad behaviour in others? I wish I knew the answer to that, not least because of the time I let him down badly. I

But he knew that she used to read his diary. So he would deliberately write into it, for a date a few weeks ahead, 'Suicide'. Or, sometimes, 'Marriage

There is a strong tradition in the nineteenth century and on into the twentieth of artists seeing marriage as the enemy of art. Love, yes; marriage, no. Flaubert took the wedding of any literary friend as a personal betrayal, and beyond that, a betrayal of their shared art.

For the first time in as long as he can remember, El Capitan is proud of his brother. Damn it, Helmud! Shit! You've been planning to kill me!

All this time, you've been lying to me!

Use it all you want. Marry him. He'll never really be yours, and you'll never know it. Or maybe you will.

You wagered you could indulge passion and receive trust and honor in return, and lost.

Nick? I'm still here, Laurant. -Did you tell Tommy we slept together? No, but you just did. He's standing right here. She fell asleep. But this time she didn't have any dreams or nightmare.

In a low whisper she was certain only her friend could hear, she said, I specifically remember we both promised never to drink from any man's goblet of wine. From the looks of you, Frances Catherine, I'm thinking you broke your word.

Gabrielle turned to Colm. "These men will be of interest to you." Colm looked them over. "Why is that?" he asked. With her back to the infidels, she whispered, "They like to dig holes.

Judith took a deep breath. Aye, you captured Iain's wife, she said again. But he married your daughter.

Why? Why did you do this to me? He's going to come after me. He won't just kill me. He'll go after you, too. That's right, He can't take the chance. I didn't tell you about it...why? He repeated on a sob? Why did you- You wouldn't take me to New York His mouth dropped open NEW YORK? he shouted. You did all this because I wouldn't take, you to New York!

Evil is the man who has known honor and discarded it.

A memory from before: his sister arriving home from school with her new jump rope trailing behind her on the sidewalk. They let me turn the handle, she said, but they wouldn't let me jump. She had cut the rope up into tiny pieces and tossed them into the ivy and sworn she would never jump rope again.

Liadan, he said, staring intently at the ground. Yes, I whispered. Don't wed that man Eamonn. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead. --Bran

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.

In the old tales, when people undertake quests, they find themselves fighting dragons or serpents or giant dogs. Or maybe a dark warrior of some kind, folk who are enemies from the start. But it's far more frightening when someone seems friendly and good, and turns out to be different altogether. The odd and uncanny are not terrifying in themselves. The most disturbing thing is the ordinary turned strange. Things familiar and safe becoming not right.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

Allow someone to become too dear to you and you give your enemy a weapon more deadly than the sharpest sword, more lethal than the strongest poison.

My mother could see that as far as my father's relationship with the Party was concerned, she was an outsider. One day, when she ventured some critical comments about the situation and got no response from him, she said bitterly, You are a good Communist, but a rotten husband! My father nodded. He said he knew.

A night passed while Cixi dealt with one matter after another, conscious all the time that she just murdered her adopted son. She was forced to stop working at about eleven o'clock in the morning as death was imminent. She died less than three hours later.

I think all women believe adultery is a betrayal of themselves as women, while many men, in my experience, think of it as an endorsement of their true natures.

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