Quotes About Betrayal

She spoke with rats and spiders, it was said, and all the vermin of King's Landing came to her by night to tell tales of any fool rash enough to speak against the king.

Rubini schizzano via come gocce di sangue dal petto di un principe morente che si accascia nell'acqua, mormorando il nome di una donna.

Whisper a word in the wrong ear and before you knew it you'd be short a head.

Every touch a lie. I have paid her so much false coin that she half thinks she's rich.

going?" he asked, stepping toward her. For reply she only laughed, the most unpleasant laugh he had ever heard from her, and, stepping through, closed the door. Before he could reach it she had bolted it. He went immediately into the hall, but all the other doors to their suite were also locked.

Even the truest knight cannot protect a king against himself

The only wolves we got to fear are the ones wear manskin,

Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei." - Arya Stark, A Clash of Kings

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

Love is only half the illusion the lover, but not his love, is deceived.

You maniacs! You blew it all up! Goddam you all. Goddam you all to hell.

You know, at the end of the day, the only thing you have is trust and honor in this world. That's all you have. All you have is your reputation built on trust and your personal honor. When you don't have that anymore, well, you know, there you go. Trust was broken.

We ask for help and help is given. Often we do not recognize that other people's alcoholism, sexual betrayals, chronic illnesses, and alienating behavior are actually cries for help. But unquestionably God recognizes every plea no matter what form it takes, and God finds some way to give us as much help as we are willing to receive at that time.

We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.

This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arm, Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty heart.

The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons, strategems, and spoils, but his whole life is already a treason and a stratagem.

At the end of what is called the 'sexual life' the only love which has lasted is the love which has everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

The ides of March are come.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

Soprano, basso, even the contralto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is no moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive.