Quotes About Betrayal

Papi, olvidaste lo que le hiciste a ese demonio Deems? Su banda de lagartos te va a rebanar como un plátano.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

So you have you price, I said with a mouthful of crumbs. Your soul for a cookie. Fang made sure Dr. Martinez wasn't looking and then shot me the bird.

Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.

Jeb: But I need to tell you something first. Max (thinking): That you are the devil incarnate?

In case you guys didn't catch last week's episode, I'm out of the flock, I informed them. Angel has no allegiance to me. She's wanted me gone for a long time. And in case you didn't catch all the episodes from the past year, Angel is... unbalanced. Untrustworthy, Fang seconded. Unpredictable, Jeb added. Dangerous, Dylan chimed in.

What did that stupid deserting crap-bag ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend with the most perfect stupid hair do? He DIDN'T delete his crap off the desktop before he fled my life and left me all alone. That's what he did.

Iggy's spine tightened, his face like ice. When he'd been at the School, they'd tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.

You really hurt me. I wouldn't hurt you. Not like this.

I wouldn't trust you if you were the last life raft leaving the Titanic."-max

What? I said, suspicion starting to rise in me. When did they start coming after you? Was it— was it after the oil-slick Hummer crash? the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash? Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. Or maybe it was more— after the bomb, the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. I think it was the bomb, Iggy agreed. That definitely seemed to tick them off.

But I needed this, Whit. I needed to pay him back. For stealing my life. For stealing our life together. - Celia

You string people along enough, the string withers, then it breaks - Seamus

This was the weird part with me and Miller. We both hated each other, but even more than that, he wanted my money and I wanted my notebook back. Neither of us had said anything about it to Stricker, even when we both got suspended. It was like middle school Mafia or something.

It's done, Julio," he said. "She's dead. Now get the hell out of there. You killed Caroline Hopkins. Congratulations.

You know that line from The Art of War, 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer'? Well, only if your enemies aren't holding a knife, ready to plunge it in your back.

but in show business, adultery isn't a motive for murder; it's a lifestyle.

Then I stood and dropped the phone. I may have screamed—I can't remember. Vincent lived in a gated mansion on the outskirts of Tampa, maybe an hour away. He would have sent help of his own. Mobsters who'd be pulling up the drive any minute. And they'd find me, the wife of a cop, alone in the house, dripping with Anthony's blood. Anthony, who'd been killed with a kitchen knife. Me, his personal chef.

I know your old lady isn't home, 'cause she's in the car with Sosh right now." "Well, then, Sosh

growled, "And, yes, my heart will break

A little light show before they cut his cake once and for all, the bastards.

The Vietnam vets? They got screwed, too. So did the ones who fought in Desert Storm. And now it's happening all over again for the soldiers who served in Iraq and Afghanistan. When is this going to stop? When are they going to fulfill their promises?

would sign written statements implicating the others. Even my own

WITH BROTHERS LIKE THIS, WHO NEEDS ENEMIES?