Quotes About Betrayal

It has happened just about as I told you, M. Budd." Lanny said it was so, and thought that the death of something like a hundred and twenty-five thousand Frenchmen, and the captivity of ten or twelve times as many, signified less to Pierre Laval than the ability to say: "C'est moi qui avait raison!

Even if you, a non-German, adopted the hateful creed, you didn't really get anywhere; the true Herrenvolk would use you, but in their hearts they would despise you as a traitor to your own kind and a dupe of the Nazi Weltbetrag. The Nazis had chosen Loki, god of lies, for their Nordic deity, and all other peoples had to learn to live under his scepter.

So it is that political parties degenerate; so the common people give their devotion to a cause, and discover too late how they have been betrayed.

They had opened their hearts, like flowers to the springtime, and the merciless winter had fallen upon them. They wondered if ever any love that had blossomed had been so crushed and trampled!

And now for a matter of five years he had been making the discovery that Adi was a man who kept no promises and had no conception of loyalty to anything but his own "intuition." Now this Catholic steelmaster was in the position

They had understood that Paris must be abandoned, so as to save it from destruction. But to surrender, to turn all France over to the boches, to desert Britain and give up the promised aid from America?—c'était la honte, la trahison! Some stood with tears running down their cheeks. Lanny thought, it was as he had said to Kurt, the French body had been separated from the head, and the body was paralyzed.

Real friendship needed to have firm foundations laid before the conditions of everyday life had reached the extreme point beyond which human beings have nothing human about them except mistrust, anger, and lies.

Le poète se mourait depuis si longtemps qu'il avait cessé de comprendre que c'était la mort. Parfois, une idée simple et forte se frayait un chemin à travers son cerveau, douloureuse et presque palpable : qu'on lui avait volé le pain qu'il avait mis sous sa tête.

Informers and stool pigeons are full of virtue, they should all be released and sent home—but how vile they are! Vile for all their virtues, vile even with all their sins absolved...Who was it who made that cruel joke about the proud sound made by the word "Man"?

I was confided to your loyalty and accepted by your treason; you offer my death to those to whom you had promised my life. Do you know who it is you are destroying here? It is yourself.

Djali trotted along behind them, so overjoyed at seeing Gringoire again that she constantly made him stumble by affectionately putting her horns between his legs. 'That's life,' said the philosopher, each time he narrowly escaped falling flat on his face. 'It's often our best friends who cause our downfall.

That's life said the philosopher each time he was almost laid prostrate, It's often our best friends who make us fall

Water! pretending to be pure, thou resemblest false friends. Thou art warm at the top and cold at bottom.

perfidious.

Let misery hide itself in silence, otherwise it becomes treason.

Dissimulation is an act of violence against yourself. A man hates those to whom he lies.

Friend' is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

The man who is not loved soars like a vulture over the mistresses of other men;

They upheld everything till the day when they overthrew everything. Their instinct was to give a decisive push to everything that tottered. In their eyes, as they had been brought into service on condition that there should be solidity, to waver was to betray them. They were numbers, they were force, they were fear. Hence the daring of baseness.

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well. Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.

We have always been the witnesses of each other's lives. Isn't that what family is? Even broken and betrayed and bleeding, we are connected.

An even worse memory followed: Gaëtan. He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.