Quotes About Betrayal

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

I have a mother,replied Hamlet gloomily as he bowed politely and kissed my mother's hand.She shares my uncle's bed. They should buy another one, in that case, she replied, practical as ever. They do a very good deal at IKEA, I'm told. ...

She and I had not exchanged an intelligent word since we first met five hours before, and the reason was readily explained: Mrs Tiffen was dead, and had been for several years.

A menudo el énfasis en la lealtad delata al traidor.

asked. "They lie." "Ah. Frauds.

gone wrong. The folks who arranged to kill Quinn and steal the computer didn't get whatever it was they expected to find so they're back in Oriana. And Raine Tallentyre is the only lead we've got. Whatever you do

Not fair! Okay, what's the record? How many times? If you can count them, he didn't drop you out. Nadine groaned, shuddered, grinned. 'Bitch.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

The best laid plot can injure its maker, and often a man's perfidy will rebound on himself.

A foolish friend may cause more woe Than could, indeed, the wisest foe.

Mes crimes désormais ont comblé la mesure. Je respire à la fois l'inceste et l'imposture

Lies are never forgotten, they go on and they grow

She is Creole girl, and she have the sun in her. Tell the truth now. She don't come to your house in this place England they tell me about, she don't come to your beautiful house to beg you to marry with her. No, it's you come all the long way to her house - it's you beg her to marry. And she love you and she give you all she have. Now you say you don't love her and you break her up. What you do with her money, eh?

Lois doesn't want to be given away; she doesn't want anybody to know, and I assure you that that's all she cares about. Of course, she'll be furious if anybody knows, and that's why if you go off in a hurry you will make things difficult for me.' She felt hypnotized as she listened to him, impotent.

This was the affair which had ended quietly and decently, without fuss or scenes or hysteria. When you were nineteen, and it was the first time you had been let down, you did not make scenes. You felt as if your back was broken, as if you would never move again. But you did not make a scene. That started later on, when the same thing had happened five or six times over, and you were supposed to be getting used to it.

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.

Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

One thing I am certain of, I do not want to be betrayed, but thats quite hard to say casually, at the beginning of a relationship. It's not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, and then being on somebody else's.

I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. I miss God who was my friend. I don't even know if God exists, but I do know that if God is your emotional role model, very few human relationships will match up to it.

No. Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that betrays us, makes us weep, makes us bury our friends when we should be marching ahead. It's the heart that sickens us at night and makes us hate who we are. It's the heart that sings old songs and brings memories of warm days.

By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

If there's such a thing as spiritual adultery, my mother was a whore.

There are different sorts of treachery, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. She burnt a lot more than the letters that night in the backyard. I don't think she knew. In her head she was still queen, but not my queen any more, not the White Queen any more. Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.