Quotes About Betrayal

Patriotism in America, as I understand it, is a matter of suffering, when the country fails to live up to its promises, or actively betrays them.

No failure in America, whether of love or money, is ever simple; it is always a kind of betrayal, of a mass of shadowy, shared hopes.

the numerous ways in which you can destroy love. You can fritter it away, through flirting and affairs. You can fail to pay it attention and watch it wither. You can poison it with arguments and bad blood. You can give up on it without even realising, preoccupied in your own corner. You can let it slip through your fingers as you scan the horizon, believing that there is someone, something better elsewhere.

Melanie. From what I understand, you were

Love flies out the door when money comes innuendo.

In a Chicago cafe the other night, an elderly man passed a table. "There goes George," observed an onlooker. "When he was young, he was a handsome guy and had many companies. Left a wife and two kids to starve, and ran off with another woman. And now look at him. Old, broke and very sad." "That's the way-it-goes," nodded Elly Kleinman. "Time wounds all heels.

Je buvais à pleins verres les étoiles" (Mes amis m'ont enfin avoué leur mépris)

S'en est allée l'amante Au village voisin malgré la pluie Sans son amant s'en est allée l'amante Pour danser avec un autre que lui Les femmes mentent mentent

Certains disent qu'on reconnaît le grand amour lorsqu'on s'aperçoit que le seul être au monde qui pourrait vous consoler est justement celui qui vous a fait mal.

Guillermo Arriaga

Un poseso cuyo único exorcismo sería la muerte de su rival. Solo con su sangre podría excretar la arena negra y colérica de los celos sedimentada en los ventrículos del corazón, expeler el escupitajo denso de la humillación coagulándose entre las válvulas henchidas por el rabioso recuerdo de los besos y las caricias de la mujer infiel.

Me costó superar el trance. Deprimida me aislé en casa a rumiar mi fracaso. Encima tuve que bregar con el enojo de Claudio por mi desnudez. Amigos suyos habían ido a las funciones. «Ellos vieron lo que solo debía ver yo», protestó. Estaba tan abatida que no tuve arrestos para enfrentar su machismo, su posesividad, su ego herido o lo que fuera.

Evil seldom takes shape immediately. It is often little more than a whisper at first. A glance. A betrayal. But then it grows and takes root, still invisible, unnoticed. Only fairy tales give evil a proper shape. The big bad wolves, the evil kings, the demons, and devils . . .

Evil seldom takes shape immediately. It is often little more than a whisper at first. A glance. A betrayal. But then it grows and takes root, still invisible, unnoticed. Only fairy tales give evil a proper shape.

All the words of love would turn into weapons against the ones they were supposed to comfort.

By deceiving Drona, Yudhishthira corrupts his teacher's relationship with the world. So do we every time we lie - we corrupt the 'other' in the same way.

A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its own betrayal, that stretched each minute to an excruciating eternity.

AN oracle had informed King Acrisius of Argos that his grandson would deprive him of his throne and his life. Because of this he had his daughter Danae and Perseus, her child by Zeus, shut in a chest and cast into the sea.

And Shalhassan of Cathal realized in that moment, standing between the fair brother and the dark, that he was not going to lead this war after all.

And so saw, by a trick, an angle, a flaring of torchlight far down the dark river, how the arrow—white-feathered, she would remember, white as innocence, as winter in midsummer, as death—fell from the summit of its long, high arc to take the coran in the shoulder, driving him, slack and helpless, from the rope into the river amid laughter turned to screaming in the night.

What is my sin, Blaise? Rudel was like that. A knife in the voice and in the thought behind. Quicksilver bright, insubstantial as a moon on water sometimes, then sharp and merciless and deadly as ... as an arrow dipped in syvaren. And the sharpness in his perceptions, as much as in anything else. A man from whom it was difficult to hide. For the sin, the transgression, lay— and Rudel knew it, they both knew it — in his having given Blaise exactly what he wanted.

She was walking through the streets at midnight because she had a man to meet, she was carrying a gun because she was going to kill him, and she was wearing high heels because she hadn't thought it through.

I know people that I respect and admire and look up to who have had extra-marital affairs.

A secret should be kept a secret," murmured Conan Doyle, now picking up crumbs from his plate with his forefinger. "Once it is no longer a secret, it becomes a serpent—it goes where it will.