Quotes About Betrayal

I thought about things stolen from me. I thought about the thieves I had known.

When you have suffered betrayal by the universe, a betrayal by a man is not only unsurprising but expected.

The people you trust the most are sometimes the ones who betray you the worst. And the people you love more than anything are the ones who will break your heart.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

Often after years of deep investment into others we are shocked and disappointed that they simply didn't get who we really are.

If you have been betrayed or wounded by someone you brought too close, please forgive them. They really were a blessing. You will only be better when you cease to be bitter!

Samson entertained Delilah, and she infiltrated his heart and took his secrets. Avoid entertaining thoughts that will destroy your peace.

Be assured those will be thy worst enemies, not to whom thou hast done evil, but who have done evil to thee. And those will be thy best friends, not to whom thou hast done good, but who have done good to thee.

Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate.

Don't lend money to friends -- it causes amnesia.

I write about wounds, the eternal treasons of life. It's not very funny, but it's sincere. My commitment is to sincerity.

Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles

Don't do that," he says. "Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I've laid myself bare to you and all it's gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don't torture me," he says, meeting my eyes again. "It's a cruel thing to do, even to someone like me.

Love is a heartless bastard

I sniffed stardom. But my nose betrayed me.

Blow after blow, some bloody, others a resounding shock to muscle and bone, he felt Robert's fervor until, at last, his misbegotten brother tired and all that remained was for Christian to put his weight and height and strength behind him—to move from sword play to sword lust that he might forever end Robert's treachery and depravity.

Where Sir Simon had got her with child.

Dennis killed me!

I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

no matter how hard I try to stamp it down, part of me is picturing Sophie's guy cracking the password and coming up with both hands full of pics of Aislinn riding Cueball Lanigan, with Breslin counting cash in the background.

And then, too, I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends' secret places.

They've had it spelled out a dozen times, in cringey classes, in cringey parent talks: when to tell an adult. The idea never comes near any of their minds. This thing opening in front of them is nothing to do with those careful speeches. This mix of roaring rage and a shame that stains every cell, this crawling understanding that now their bodies belong to other people's eyes and hands, not to them: this is something new.

I could get a fedora and a trench coat and a wisecracking sense of humor; she could sit poised at hotel bars with a slinky red dress and a camera in her lipstick, to snare cheating businessmen…. I almost laughed out loud.