Quotes About Betrayal

When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors

Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.

William Shakespeare

Our son shall win. QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.

Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their friends' gift? I should fear those that dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.

Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?

Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.

And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus unkindly knocked or no.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.

If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest;

If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; Than when I feel and see her no further trust her; For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If she be.

For their love Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

How shall I murder him, Iago?

Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.

If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.

But in the beaten way of friendship what make you at Elsinore?

William Shakespeare

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.