Quotes About Betrayal

How do you think she got there?" Shane's voice was an unsteady mix of regret and pain. "I found her number in your phone, and I called her. When she got to the house, she called the paramedics. And the police. And sent me to prison." The blood drained from Eva's face. "No." "Ask her," he said gently. "Ask her.

I cut myself. He didn't do it. And I'd been taking drugs—your drugs, or getting them from your boyfriends—my whole life. I wasn't your innocent little baby.

My mom told me. And you were young and scared and trying to be tough—and I promised you that you'd never go back. I promised. And she sent you back." She gulped dryly. "Shane, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything I said yesterday. I'm sorry for blaming you for all these years. For hating you. I hated you so much.

Somehow, he'd snaked into her head and sunk his fangs into her brain, poisoning her with hope. A cruel trick.

cracked her open, and she'd come spilling out, slow and sweet as honey. She wanted to hate letting him get inside again. She'd been so willing to give it all up.

When we were together I felt like someone else had stolen all your smiles before me

won't," she whispered. "And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamned fantasy. I must've never really had you at

I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open. So fuck you and your fucking talk because nothing short of a miracle could take back the last nine months of hell you put me through!" - Paul Hudson

When I asked Vera why Michael was so obstinate, she told me that some asshole had recently broken Eliza's heart. A drummer, no less. Hell, even I know girls should stay away from the goddamn drummers.

In the gray areas of the French occupation, there is always this complication: the bad guys weren't always German. Sometimes they were French. Or British. Or American.

never thinking. And then it blew up in his face.' Tex leans forward, the stench of soda-masked booze saturating the air. 'He was expecting a reward. But when he started to see what was happening to the witnesses …' The famous 'murdered witnesses' to the JFK assassination,

When I mentioned to a friend I was writing a book about eggs he told me to be sure to mention how in Thomas Hardy's "Jude the Obscure" the young Arabella incubates a sky-blue egg of a song bird in the cleavage of her bosom ... When I checked, I was disappointed to find it wasn't a song thrush egg, but that of a chicken ... The original image in my mind disintegrated like the sound of a vinyl record after the power has been turned off.

Something's gone horribly wrong in paradise. There used to be an agreement among criminals that we left the most vulnerable alone.

None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them.

A friend is nothing but a known enemy.

Nothing is impossible on 'Game of Thrones.'

It's like someone cutting up a loved one in front of you, all the time insisting they've got your best interests at heart. They're very devious nowadays.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

I have observed, through many years of living in north Brooklyn, that people, for example an ostensible group of friends, can be dangerous to one another.

She had built up a lot of control over all these months, but suddenly it just hurt so bad that she bawled right there at the table, two seconds after she saw the broken ring. It was the first real big cry she'd had about Gary in a long time, a month or so. She was not sure there was any such thing anymore as Gary. She didn't know if that was where her belief rested. He was a lot out of her mind. He might really be dead.

Margaret is kindled by it, exalted for a time, sees it as passion, glows and becomes rounded, but only for a time. After a year it is completely naked, apparent to her, that he is alone, that he fights out battles with himself upon her body, and something withers in her.

Olivia Goldsmith

Todos têm seu dia de Judas.

If I gave you my life, you would drop it wouldnt you?