Quotes About Betrayal

She was a beautiful woman, fresh-scrubbed and wholesome. Just like his ex-fiancee. A heartless floozy in disguise.

a body betrayeda heart destroyeda mind in confusionand yet a womanis capable of taking painand transforming it into triumph

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

Take it for words. O woman's poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue!

Gossip is the sound of jealously.

A woman will endure many wounds in her lifetime, but the betrayal of a friend is one of the most difficult to overcome.

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

There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all, I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.

When somebody starts going down, rats start leaving the sinking ship.

Our own relentless search for novelty and social status locks us into an iron cage of consumerism. Affluence has itself betrayed us.

They were conspiring to desert us in the night and steal some of our horses... we engaged a spy.

I don't have any friends and don't have any intention of making any. People will stab you in the back, mistreat you, talk about me behind your back, steal from you. And they're not really your friends. They're only there because you're a celebrity or because they want to get something from you.

I had a gentleman steal or 'misplace' - I guess I should say 'allegedly' - a lot of money from me. It didn't make any sense when it was happening, because I just didn't understand why I didn't have any money. I was a perfect mark because I had all of this shame and insecurity about money.

When somebody says that a comic steals jokes, it's the ultimate betrayal of comedy.

Better a serpent than a stepmother!

Anyone can rat, but it takes a certain amount of ingenuity to re-rat.

Trust thyself only, and another shall not betray thee.

How, frequently, some murder'd man appear'd, To tell his wife and children who had done it...

O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;O life, no life, but lively form of death;O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs,Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds.

HIERONIMO. O eyes! no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life! no life, but lively form of death O world! no world, but mass of public wrongs, Confus'd and fill'd with murder and misdeeds! O sacred heav'ns! if this unhallowed deed, If this inhuman and barbarous attempt, If this incomparable murder thus Of mine, but now no more my son, Shall unreveal'd and unreveng'd pass, How should we term your dealings to be just, If you unjustly deal with those that in your justice trust?

No one gives up on something until it turns on them, whether or not that thing is real or unreal.

I think the worst way a writer can self-betray is by not being true to his or her experience of being alive. It's my belief, for what it's worth, that a lot of writers consign to the page what they think will meet with the approval, especially in the moral realm, of what their society has preached to them since they were children, almost all of which is utter bull####.

The finest people, as people go, cannot help but betray a fair portion of fear and insecurity, even full-blown panic.

It is remarkable how a man cannot summarize his thoughts in even the most general sort of way without betraying himself completely, without putting his whole self into it, quite unawares, presenting as if in allegory the basic themes and problems of his life.