Quotes About Betrayal

He felt at once betrayed and betrayer, deceived and deceiver. He was a criminal forced into crime, an unwilling whore.

No matter what skullduggery and death Fitzy later caused no matter how great a coward & liar he proved himself I still believe he never wanted no more than this in life and when he danced with that bosomy Belinda at Mrs Robinson's there were no malice in him.

Squeezing too hard on people outside the underworld—or "legits"—was a recipe for disaster. Squeeze legits too hard and they run to the police. Montagna didn't seem to understand or care.

On Betrayal , by Harold Pinter] …the sleight of hand that Harold has performed is that, while dealing with a triangular relationship, he's talking about something else ...If you start with self-betrayal, it gradually infects everything like a dreadful, destructive virus.

Israel's history is a story of a spurned husband who is rejected by a scornful wife. But it's a story of a spurned husband who refuses to give up on His bride. His bride spurns Him and finds other husbands, but He woos her back. He is the relentless, pursuing Hound of Heaven.

Sin is to faith what infidelity is to marriage.

He wrapped her around his hands and then yanked her inside out.

Professor Bhegad gasped. "Massa treachery . . . Torquin's driving . . . not sure which is worse.

He was wrong. I had managed to take everything apart. I was no Tailor. I was a Killer.

They were actually going to keep all four of us together. Tinker, Tailor, Sailor, Traitor.

After four hundred years of betrayals and excuses, Indians recognize the new fashion in racism, which is to pretend that the real Indians are all gone.

One minute he was packing in grub like Judas Priest at the Last Supper and the next he was felled like a stockyard beef, that's how quick Death had him, his mouth oozing sweet potato like the hind end of a turkey packed with stuffing.

David Frost: It's all right. He wants me to do this. To finish him off. John Birt: What? David Frost: He wants the wilderness.

Our glorious warrior Jason is probably lying on some mortuary table, cut open from th'nave to th'chops as we speak, and the three bastards who put him there, the three brown bastards who put him there, are out walking the streets." He slammed the table again. "What do you think about that?

No doubt, Annie guessed, as soon as Jennifer had got over the immediate shock of the break-up and got pissed with Melanie Scott a few times in Sicily, she had probably realized just how lucky she was to get out of the relationship.

In the next book, A Walk Among the Tombstones, which winds toward an unblinking description of torture and dismemberment, Elaine answers Scudder's admission that he has long been troubled by her visits from other men, and his straightforward confession of love, with the revelation that she has not entertained another man for months, has in fact quit her profession, and of course loves him, too.

Charlie Carpenter rang Lily Sheehan's bell, and when she opened the door he gave her a blue rose. This stands for dying, for death. My daddy met the man who grew them, and when the man tried to run away my daddy shot him in the back.

Why is love so good...? You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and you say What's happening? and they say, I got a better offer someplace else, and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to. And if you do find someone to give it to, the same thing happens all over.

Eric, I'm going to pay you back for leaving me. She smoothed her dress. You understand? Yes, he said, and walked into the kitchen. I'll devote my life to it, Kathy said, from the bedroom. Now I have a reason for living. It's wonderful to have a purpose at last; it's thrilling. After all these pointless ugly years with you. God, it's like being born all over again. Lots of luck, he said.

she had it—his soul—and she was turning it over and over on her tongue. Goddam her!

So you send other people into the camps, he thought, to get your husband out. It sounds like a typical police deal. It's probably the truth

She had taught him to loathe himself, and then, having done that, she had left him.

You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and start packing their things and you say, "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to.

However, he had been burned. The capsules were not barbiturates, as represented. They were some kind of kinky psychedelics, of a type he had never dropped before, probably a mixture, and new on the market. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. Well, he thought philosophically, this is the story of my life. Always ripped off. He had to face the fact—