Quotes About Betrayal

The two of them playact with each other, pretending to be cordial, but only so it will make the final betrayal even sweeter.

There are worse things than being robbed... I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. ...worse things than dyin' even. You be a good boy, Little Red, and maybe you'll get to live awhile. Maybe you'll get to die in your own natural time.

You can't imagine what it's like to be torn between darkness and light- to be a traitor no matter what move you make. If my grandmother and Marissa died tonight, it would be because I had stayed in the darkness too long, flirting with the idea of being Cedric's consigliere. If that happened, I could never live with myself- but if Cedric gave me the bite as he planned, I would be forced to live with it forever. That was the worst hell I could imagine.

He didn't just break her neck," Scythe Goddard pointed out. "He unflinchingly snapped her spine! Everyone heard it. I'm sure it woke up the scythes sleeping in the back row!" "Classic!" said Scythe Chomsky, guzzling his champagne down, not waiting for the toast.

My own head had become a treacherous place.

But they loved God more than they loved me, and I hate them for it. So I guess that means I'm going to Hell.

People who spread rumors...like lies better than they like the truth. Don't trust anyone who spreads rumors.

He will find a way to shut it down, and Risa will know that he was the one who did it. Then she will truly love him, returning every last bit of his affections. And she will restore to him his soul.

Seek not my heart; the beasts have eaten it

Ton mensonge m'enivre, et mon âme s'abreuve Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!

My heart is a palace pillaged by the herd; They kill and take each other by the throat!

Ce qu'il y a d'ennuyeux dans l'amour, c'est que c'est un crime où l'on ne peut pas se passer d'un complice.

RzucÄ™ ten Å›wiat bez ?alu, bom zawsze go winiÅ' Za to, ?e czyn marzeniu braterstwa zaprzecza. Obym mógÅ' u?y? miecza i zgin?? od miecza! Piotr zaparÅ' siÄ™ Jezusa... i dobrze uczyniÅ'! — Certes, je sortirai, quant à moi, satisfait D'un monde où l'action n'est pas la soeur du rêve; Puissé-je user du glaive et périr par le glaive! Saint Pierre a renié Jésus... il a bien fait!

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.

and you invented me and I invented you and that's why we don't get along on this bed any longer. you were the world's greatest invention until you flushed me away. now it's your turn to wait for the touch of the handle. somebody will do it to you, bitch, and if they don't you will - mixed with your own green or yellow or white or blue or lavender goodbye.

Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY HEART FOREVER!

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.