Quotes About Betrayal

Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney

She fuckin broke his heart. The heart too many had tried to carve right out of his chest. The heart he'd given to her two centuries before.

Her mouth lifted from his, a few inches. "What makes you think…" Iona asked him quietly, "that I would let you die by any hand other than my own?

Jade helped Az into the BMW. Well, helped, shoved, same thing. The guy still wasn't talking. With the bullets in him, maybe he was just in too much pain to talk right then.

Ian whirled to attack Duncan. His father had yanked the silver scalpel out of his chest and he drove that scalpel right toward Duncan's heart. And the bastard was smiling as he did it. "Let's see you save someone now, hero." The scalpel sank into his flesh. Duncan glanced down at the weapon. "Isn't it supposed to burn?" Ian's face paled.

But when the SOB had taken Skye… You cut out my fucking heart. He wanted his heart back. He'd get it back.

You think you know someone," she whispered. "You think you understand a person, then you find out all the secrets and lies. So many secrets." Sadness pulled at her. "Do we ever really know anyone? Or do we just know what people want us to believe?

Oh, angel, you need to be careful with me." She'd spent centuries being careful. What had that gotten her? Betrayal. Pain. This new half-life. "Because I could just eat you up…

You might think you can trust someone, but you can't. People lie. They deceive.

Someone firing a McGuire brother...priceless." Both

You were willing to reveal all to the authorities. You are trying to fire me. You want me gone from danger." His smile spread as he made his points. "Sweetheart, you're shouting that you love me.

One problem with agreeing to keep a secret is that it always starts off feeling like an easy, little decision. But it doesn't stay easy or little. it sits there like one of those jagged ledges hiding under the surface of the ocean at high tide—quietly waiting to rip everything apart if you forget, for even a second, it's there.

Every admirer is a potential enemy.

The only happy talkers are dandies who extract pleasure from the very perishability of their material and who would not be able to tolerate the isolation of all other forms of composition; for most good talkers, when they have run down, are miserable; they know that they have betrayed themselves, that they have taken material which should have a life of its own, to dispense it in noises upon the air.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union.

Interesting? What do you mean?' 'Here are two brothers,' explained Neil. 'Andrew steals Randal's bride, and makes off with her like young Lochinvar, and twenty years later Randal steals Andrew's daughter.

wrote to Kitty saying that I was sorry for what had occurred and asking her to come to see me if she was in town, but I had no reply. Kitty vanished out of my life. She was angry with me, I knew. She had wanted me to lie, and I would not lie—I could not.

You want to kill me, don't you? And here I thought you and your friends were so righteous. You are just as capable of evil as anyone. Perhaps more so. Yet you believe your brand of evil is justified, so long as it serves your own misguided purposes." --Saint Dane

Damon Scares me,' Maggie said. 'Maybe you should do what he wants.' 'Can't.' 'Why not?' 'Because he killed me. That kind of pisses me off

If someone busted into your house and robbed you, would you then forgive them if you found out they were a veteran? Of course not. So why are we forgiving McCain for selling out his country by supporting the Bush agenda?

Having blown up my own long-term marriage via an extramarital affair, followed by a traumatic divorce, I tend to think of love as less a gently glowing hearth than a set of flaming train tracks you strap yourself onto.

Later when I met Shilpa via some common friends and my ex heard online about us going out, she increased her divorce demands. She even sold a story for tens of thousands of pounds to a U.K. tabloid claiming Shilpa ruined her marriage to the press.

I left Columbia in the mid-'60s. I had a guaranteed contract for, like, $100,000 a year. And I just let it go. And I wasn't a rich man. There were a lot of bad vibes around the whole thing.

That's politics. Your friend one day is your enemy the next and vice versa.