Quotes About Betrayal

My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.

I knew him, Horatio," said the drunken poet. "A man of infinite jest. Not one of them funny. A real horse's ass, Horatio.

Lies destroy you

I tell my students, who are concerned with the question of betrayal, that when it comes to memoir, there is no such thing as absolute truth—only the truth that is singularly their own. I say this not to release them from responsibility but to illuminate the subjectivity of our inner lives. One person's experience is not another's.

A note, who writes a note like that? Who were you to write one to me? it boomed inside me the whole time, an explosion over and over, the joy of what you wrote to me jumpy shrapnel in my bloodstream. I can't have it near me anymore, I'm grenading it back to you, as soon as I unfold it and read it and cry one more time. Because me too, and fuck you. Even now.

I can't have it near me anymore, I'm grenading it back to you, as soon as I unfold it and read it and cry one more time. Because me too, and fuck you. Even now.

I saw myself, clearly, a scorned woman drunk and angry at a party. Hell hath no fury etc.

I thought it was one thing but it was the other, it was zero zero zero alone on the bus while you slept in the room I had to leave, and that's why we broke up.

She didn't look like a girl who would ruin the whole thing at all.

I talk shit about everybody and then sulk when they don't call me, my friends fall away like I've dropped them out of an airplane, my ex-boyfriend thinks I'm Hitler when he sees me.

Te voy a explicar por qué rompimos, Ed. Te voy a contar en esta carta toda la verdad de por qué sucedió. Y la maldita verdad es que te quise demasiado.

If you open this you'll see it's empty, and you'll wonder for a sec if it was empty when you gave it yo me--I can see it--another empty gesture you slipped into my hand like a bad bribe.

If you open this you'll see it's empty, and you'll wonder for a sec if it was empty when you gave it to me--I can see it--another empty gesture you slipped into my hand like a bad bribe.

Don't forget that before he turned traitor, Benedict Arnold was a hero of the Revolution. He betrayed everyone he knew—everyone he had fought beside, everything he had fought for—not for money or ideals but out of pride. Injuries and insults eventually became too much for him to bear.

Estava tudo bem enquanto eles pudessem rir de mim e parecer inteligentes à minha custa, mas agora eles se sentiam inferiores ao imbecil. Comecei a ver que, por meio do meu surpreendente crescimento, eu os fiz encolher e enfatizei suas inadequações. Eu os havia traído, e eles me odiavam por isso.

And so it went. Most of them felt the way Joe and Frank and Gimpy did. It had been all right as long they could laugh at me and appear clever at my expense, but now they were feeling inferior to the moron. I began to see that by my astonishing growth I had made them shrink and emphasized their inadequacies. I had betrayed them, and they hated me for it.

It had been all right as long they could laugh at me and appear clever at my expense, but now they were feeling inferior to the moron. I began to see that by my astonishing growth I had made them shrink and emphasized their inadequacies. I had betrayed them, and they hated me for it.

Falling in love isn't as easy as it seems when you're seen love crash and burn right in front of your eyes.

Your first love aint the one you give your heart to. Its the first one who breaks it

Better an honest enemy than a false friend.

Fake friends; those who only drill holes under your boat to get it leaking; those who discredit your ambitions and those who pretend they love you, but behind their backs they know they are in to destroy your legacies.

True enemies are better than false friends.

The psalmist cries, "If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it; if a foe were raising himself against me, I could hide from him. But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend, with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship as we walked with the throng at the house of God."

Friendship is not about people who act true to your face. It's about people who remain true behind your back.