Quotes About Betrayal

My dad says it's because I haven't met the right girl yet, but sometimes I think maybe I've met her five times already but ended up staring at her friend all night and asking her out, the one who would eventually steal eighty dollars out of my wallet to pay for a bikini wax, which I never got to see.

You crossed the water, left me ashore It killed me enough, but you wanted more You blew up the bridge, a mad terrorist Waved from your side, through me a kiss I started to follow but realized too late There was nothing but air underneath my feet" —from the song "Bridge" on the Collateral Damage album

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

Love is a bitch.

Que puedo decirte? El amor es una mala arpía.

Why not? Tell me. You owe me this!" She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. "Because I hated you." The wind, the noise it all just goes quiet for a second, and I'm left with a dull ringing in my ear, like a after a show, like a after a heart monitor goes to flatline. "Hated me? Why?" "Because you made me stay.

Cruzaste las aguas, me dejaste en la orilla; eso ya supuso mi muerte, pero aún quisiste más. Volaste el puente, cual terrorista rabiosa, y desde tu ribera me mandaste un beso. Empecé a seguirte, pero advertí, demasiado tarde, que bajo mis pies sólo había aire.

She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. "Because I hated you.

He backs out of the bathroom, arms up in surrender. By the time I hear the tires squeal out of the driveway, my rage has passed. But unlike the last time he messed with me, I am not at all triumphant or Buffy-like. I already warned him once, but he just paid me ten more bucks and came back for more.

Her father did steal into my garden one night and take something dear from me," she said. "But it was something far more precious than rampion.

There are three things you never want to find in your boyfriend's locker: a sweaty jockstrap, a D minus on last week's history test, and an empty condom wrapper. Lucky me, I'd hit the trifecta.

If all we've got to look forward to is disloyalty and treachery, why do we even make friends?" "Again, human nature. Hoping for the best is what drives us.

He'd pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.

Remember, the truth hurts for a little while. Lies hurt forever.

I plan to let Lysander rip the garment off me, make love to me in the dirtiest way possible, and then, while he's trying to catch his breath, drop the big, bad bombshell on him and run like hell. Bianka to Kaia

When I find my consort, I plan to stab him in the heart before he can cause me a moment's unease. -Taliyah

He'd asked me to marry him. He'd kissed me. Twice. He said he loved me. What a scum, rat, dog bastard. I wouldn't sleep with him now if I was dying and the only thing that could save me was a penis injection from him.

I would rather save the enemy who tells me the truth than the friend who tells me lies.

I pictured the two of them alone. Perhaps showering together, as Rome and I liked to do. My stomach clenched painfully, amusement forgotten. "Cody, will you take me to the nearest clinic? I need someone to dig the knife out of my back. Lexis might need it again. And the good doctor might want to give me a tetanus shot. I think she bled on me." Stunned silence. I often had that effect.

Help me?" Hope opened as sweetly as a rose in sunlight, bright and beautiful."Really?" He nodded. "Oh, Kane. Thank you!" He planned to kill her, the darling man.

That didn't change her plans, however. She would seduce him - and then she would slice his heart in two. A symbolic gesture, really. An inside joke between them. Well, for herself. He might not get". - Bianka of Lasyter

This is Lina. My heart soars; I guess it recognises what my eyes do not. This is the woman who played with me when my parents were too busy. The one who helped me survive Many Ends the first three times. I love her, I do. Despite the fact that she once stabbed me with the end of a paintbrush.

You speak as if I actually have a soul. As if mine wasn't ripped from me by lies and betrayal.

the truth hurts for a little while. Lies hurt forever.