Quotes About Betrayal

A missing lover, a severed hand, but a body never discovered… An heiress and a bloodied gown…

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck.

How often, when I have told you that all men are false and perjury alike, and grow tired of us as soon as ever they have had their wicked wills of us, how often have you sworn you would never forsake me?

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Anyone who wants to help me doesn't. Anyone who wants to kill me might. Anyone who wants to love me better not.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

There is nothing like being told to go fuck yourself by the same person who was, only days before, praying on your behalf.

At some point they show their true colors After the break up After the trial After the contract is signed and broken Their true colors stink These days I find it hard to get along with them I want to push them until the colors come out And sometimes I hate them so much, I push and see I do the same to the ones I like The ones I don't care about I smile at real nice

They left you like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

They smile They will hurt you Turn inside Your only friend is inside They will cut your heart

One morning, he woke up and all he could think of was that he had been destroyed by his parents and it was too late to change. They had taken him like a con man takes a drunk sailor. He had believed too much. It was the grind that finally got to him.

These garden tools are unreliable" Aka "These hoes ain't loyal

Millions of men, renouncing their human feelings and reason, had to go from west to east to slay their fellows, just as some centuries previously hordes of men had come from the east to the west slaying their fellows.

I killed the wife when I first tasted sensual joys without love, and then it was that I killed my wife.

Another's wife is a white swan, and ours is bitter wormwood.

They had to return to the one sure and never-failing resource- slander.

He had never thought the question over clearly, but vaguely imagined that his wife had long suspected him of being unfaithful to her and was looking the other way. It even seemed to him that she, a worn-out, aged, no longer beautiful woman, not remarkable for anything, simple, merely a kind mother of a family, ought in all fairness to be indulgent. It turned out to be quite the opposite.

Now that Vronsky had deceived her, she was prepared to love Levin and to hate Vronsky.

Your tears mean nothing! You have never loved me; you have neither heart nor honorable feeling! You are hateful to me, disgusting, a stranger—yes, a complete stranger!" With pain and wrath she uttered the word so terrible to herself—stranger.

I know more of the world than you do," she said. "I know how men like Stiva look at it. You speak of his talking of you with her. That never happened. Such men are unfaithful, but their home and wife are sacred to them. Somehow or other these women are still looked on with contempt by them, and do not touch on their feeling for their family. They draw a sort of line that can't be crossed between them and their families. I don't understand it, but it is so.

It never occurred to my mind that possibly poor Ilinka was suffering far less from bodily pain than from the thought that five companions for whom he may have felt a genuine liking had, for no reason at all, combined to hurt and humiliate him.

When in the morning he saw the footman, and later his wife, and later his daughter, and later the doctor, every step they took, every word they spoke confirmed the horrible revelation that had been laid bare to him the night before. In them he saw himself and everything he had lived by, and saw clearly that it was all false, all of it a monstrous and immense deceit foreclosing both life and death. The realization amplified his sufferings tenfold.

because no one knew that she had only a few days ago refused a man whom she perhaps loved, and refused him because she trusted another.

Moscow was burned by its citizens -- that is true; not, however by the citizens who remained, but by those that went away.