Quotes About Betrayal

I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more so than his goods. He will not hear of the small mean ways that tempered the man in life. He will not see him struggling in follies of his own devising. No. The world which he inherits bears him false witness.

His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.

I got no use for a man piss backwards on his friends.

The purpose of all families in their lives and in their deaths is to create the traitor who will finally erase their history forever.

She said also that while the rain fell by the will of God evil chose its own hour and that those whom it sought out were perhaps not entirely lacking of some certain darkness in themselves. She said that the heart betrayed itself and hte wicked often had eyes to see that which was hidden from the good.

You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes he is.

He told how he had seen the lies run down the lawyer's tongue. Vague but of a substance, they came down like mice and looked about a moment before scuttling off.

The next day on the far side of the mountain we encountered the two lads that had deserted us. Hangin upside down in a tree. They'd been skinned and I can tell ye it does very little for a man's appearance.

The next day on the far side of the mountain we encountered the two lads that had deserted us. Hangin upside down in a tree. They'd been skinned and I can tell ye it does very little for a man's appearance.

That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

You've wore Rawlins completely out. I reckon you know that. You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised, said Blevins. Where the hell'd you hear that at? I dont know. I just decided to say it.

That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily. I

It was always himself that the coward abandoned first, after this all other betrayals came easily

All courage was a form of constancy. It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

offered him her throat. In his rage he seized her up by the arm but the arm broke in his hand. A muted snap, like a dry stick. She gasped and cried out with the pain. Mira, he shouted. Mira, puta, que has hecho.

Hack away... the old man raised the axe and split the head of John Glannon to the thrapple.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more so than his goods. He will not hear of the small mean ways that tempered the man in life. He will not see him struggling in follies of his own devising. No. The world which he inherits bears him false witness. He is broken before a frozen god and he will never find his way.

Where is Shelby, whom you left to the mercies of Elias in the desert, and where is Tate whom you abandoned in the mountains? Where are the ladies, ah the fair and tender ladies with whom you danced at the governor's ball when you were a hero anointed with the blood of the enemies of the republic you'd elected to defend? -Cormac mcCarthy, Blood Meridian

Raramente o mal se mostra de imediato. A princípio, é pouco mais que um sussurro. Um olhar. Uma traição. Mas logo cresce e cria raízes, mesmo que imperceptível, despercebido.

There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.

She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart.

The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.