Quotes About Betrayal

We'll gather as a family at dinner, reminisce, and you can tell us…just what you are. How about it…you traitor?

There is no way for even the most honest among us to look into memory's dreamy, evasive eyes and know she can be persuaded not to lie, not to betray.

Her cheeks burned afresh at the memory of that final night before her departure from Sibu. She had gone to his berth out in the saloon and pleaded with him to let her stay—sinking every last vestige of pride in her desperation to be with him. Only he hadn't cared. He'd told her roughly to get back to her cabin and stop making a fool of herself. Next time he needed a woman, he had said, he would make sure it was one and not some silly little girl with romantic notions.

Like the servants, we, his children, were beneath him, and so we were left oftentimes standing with his lies in our hands like baffling presents, not knowing what we were to do with this collection of things, his words, whether they should be used or displayed or hidden like a broken toy in a corner of the nursery armoire." -- Emma Garnet on describing her father, page 2

Angels told me you're the poison, and always have been. Said you used God as an excuse to hurt people, includin' your own kin.

I love you more than anything else in this world. That's why your words were like a knife stabbing me in the heart. That's why you have to die, too.

of, Catherine Crier's book, A Deadly Game. Scott

Three smiles that are worse than grief; the smile of snow melting, the smile of a leaping dog, and the smile of your wife to you after sleeping with another man.

Mick never wants me to talk to his women. They end up crying on my shoulder because they've found out that he has once again philandered. What am I gonna do? Well, it's a long ride to the airport, honey; let me think about it. The tears that have been on this shoulder from Jerry Hall, from Bianca, from Marianne, Chrissie Shrimpton… They've ruined so many shirts of mine.

He guessed he could see now, in the darkness of this room, with this new place throbbing around him, how going back could be like dying. It was the first time he had seen it that way; and from that angle, the betrayal was somehow not so huge.

When you scalp a man more'n once, you begin to run out of hide.

Secrets are easy to hear and hard to keep.

Roberts had watched a documentary on Francis Bacon. He especially liked Bacon's cry when he entered a club in Soho: 'Champagne for my real friends. Real pain for my sham friends'.

Man who betrayed you once would betray you twice.

Trusting someone was like holding a little water in your cupped hands - it was so easy to spill the water, and you could never get it back.

he would awake from those dreams with an overpowering sadness and the familiar knowledge that this deprivation could not be alleviated without the risk of further betrayal and the eventual certainty of absolute erasure. Both pains were too extreme to face again. Better, it seemed, just to let his soul die slowly, bit by lonely bit.

In the days of King Solomon, a conspiracy formed against Solomon. The high priest, Abiathar, sided against Solomon.

To gossip means to betray a confidence or to discuss unfavorable personal facts about another person with someone who is not part of the problem or its solution. Even if the information you discuss is true, gossip is always sinful and a sign of spiritual immaturity (2 Cor. 12:20; cf. Prov. 11:13; 20:19; 1 Tim. 5:13).

Ruthless Killers strike with Weapons and Pretentious Friends kill with Kisses. It's easy to avoid the former, but not so the later

Quickly, the dragon came at him, encouraged As Beowulf fell back; its breath flared, And he suffered, wrapped around in swirling Flames -- a king, before, but now A beaten warrior. None of his comrades Came to him, helped him, his brave and noble Followers; they ran for their lives, fled Deep in a wood. And only one of them Remained, stood there, miserable, remembering, As a good man must, what kinship should mean.

I have nothing but contempt and anger for those who betray the trust by exposing the name of [CIA] sources. They are, in my view, the most insidious, of traitors.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

In politics all abstract terms conceal treachery.

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step. For lasting passion is the dream of a harlot, and from it we wake in despair.