Quotes About Betrayal

It begins with Miller the Killer turning his head to see me eating Bolognese from the sick bag. Only he thinks I'm eating…

What would it mean to murder the only person in the world whom you loved?

Monday morning and that she'd taken off with the baby in retaliation. "Oh, and he said she's off her meds.

Don't shoot me, Sidney, I love you." He had shot him right through the words that still haunted him today, the most perfect words ever said to him.

Your honied words, your honied love. Under all your honey runs a conduit of venom.

She could not eat, like a dog that has been sold.

Pretend you are dead and you will see who really loves you. ~ African Proverb

drank, the more his behavior changed, even when he was sober. I confided his increasingly hateful behavior to my priest and my doctor, but they made me feel like I had somehow failed in my duty. They told me to try harder.

I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself...My good opinion once lost is lost forever. - Fitzwilliam Darcy

Maybe it's that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart

Had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

Lady Russell had only to listen composedly, and wish them happy, but internally her heart revelled in angry pleasure, in pleased contempt, that the man who at twenty-three had seemed to understand somewhat of the value of an Anne Elliot, should, eight years afterwards, be charmed by a Louisa Musgrove.

Deceived in Freindship and Betrayed in Love

Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated himself

She felt the loss of Willoughby's character yet more heavily than she had felt the loss of his heart.

I wish with all my soul his wife may plague his heart out.

Her resentment of such behaviour, her indignation at having been its dupe, for a short time made her feel only for herself.

Mrs. Jennings wrote to tell the wonderful tale, to vent her honest indignation against the jilting girl, and pour forth her compassion towards poor Mr. Edward, who, she was sure, had quite doted upon the worthless hussy...

Remember, cried Willoughby, from whom you received the account. Could it be an impartial one? I acknowledge that her situation and character ought to have been respected by me. I do not mean to justify myself, but at the same time cannot leave you to suppose that I have nothing to urge--that because she was injured, she was irreproachable, and because I was a libertine, she must be a saint...

Every line, every word was -- in the hackneyed metaphor which their dear writer, were she here, would forbid -- a dagger to my heart. To know that Marianne was in town was -- in the same language -- a thunderbolt. -- Thunderbolts and daggers! -- what a reproof would she have given me! -- her taste, her opinions -- I believe they are better known to me than my own, -- and I am sure they are dearer.

Sometime the worst type of weapon in the world is love.

He, captivated by youth and beauty, and that appearance of good humour which youth and beauty generally give, had married a woman whose weak understanding and illiberal mind had very early in their marriage put an end to all real affection for her. Respect, esteem and confidence had vanished forever; and all his views of domestic happiness were overthrown.