Quotes About Betrayal

Pero tener buen corazón solo sirve para que algunos quieran clavarte un cuchillo en él. Lo consideran un objetivo, como si fuera la diana de los dardos. Dicen: "Vamos a por ese buen corazón.

Even in your kindness there is a cruel revelation. Life is cruel, never love.

Do not forget that a traitor within our ranks, known to us, can do more harm to the enemy than a loyal man can do good to us.

Courtiers don't take wagers against the king's skill. There is a deadly danger of winning

it is well known that the friend of a conqueror is but the last victim

Wienis tekintete fagyossá vált, mint a jégcsap. – Felségednek szólítsalak? – Igen. – Rendben van. Felséged hülye!

the mere act of not being a traitor is also a long way from agreeing to be an active helper.

The friend of a conqueror is but the last victim.

There isn't a greater pain than to be loved by a fool.

she goes and dies on me, betraying me before I can fulfill my dreams, and leaving me with this incurable despair.

Cómo surgieron de pronto tantos delatores, colaboradores, torturadores y asesinos? Tal vez estuvieron siempre allí y no supimos verlos.

Para una mujer en mi situación era fácil conseguirlo; incluso mi confesor, un fraile maloliente y lascivo, pretendía que pecáramos juntos en su polvoriento confesionario a cambio de indulgencias para acortar mi condena en el purgatorio. Nunca accedí; era un viejo maldito.

Tell Larry I'm not going to the reception, and that he can't count on me for anything for the rest of my life.

The last straw was when his granddaughter, who was seven years old at the time, went to the librarian at school and said "Have you heard of Isabel Allende?" And the librarian said: "Yes, yes, I've read some of her books." There was a pause, and then Anna said: "She's sleeping with my grandfather.

For me, the terror of the zombie is that at any moment, your friend, your family, you neighbor, your teacher, the guy at the bodega down the street, can be revealed as the monster they've always been.

When the world has once begun to use us ill, it afterwards continues the same treatment with less scruple or ceremony, as men do to a whore.

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is always Judas who writes the biography.

Cutting honest throats by whispers.

A ceremony of self-wastage - good talkers are miserable, they know that they have betrayed themselves, that they have taken material which should have a life of its own, to disperse it in noises upon the air.

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.

Give me the avowed, the erect, and manly foe, Bold I can meet, perhaps may turn the blow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!