Quotes About Betrayal

This is your friend? Your 'perfect' Vanessa? You bloody little idiot woman. How could you be duped like this? For fuck's sake. You've been seeing this woman in a fake belly since July, and all the while it's Katarina? The bitch who tried to take me down all those years ago? And you let her into our lives like this? What in the hell is wrong with you?

And she isn't certain yet that this is the woman her husband was seeing.

She doesn't trust Tom. He lied to her. He's been lying to her for their entire married life.

How could he have wanted to marry her, make kids with her, a family, all the while knowing what she'd done?

This was supposed to be mine. Labden guaranteed me the COO position for the new resort when it comes online. I've put my heart and sweat into this company for years. TerraWest has traded on my name, my Olympic fame, my gold medals, for God's sake. I'm married to the founder's daughter.

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont's wife. And she didn't want anybody.

Lydia: What the devil do you mean by creeping up on me? You're suppose to be in a brothel. Vere: I lied. I can't believe you fell for the old going-to-a-brothel ruse. You didn't even look out the window to make sure I'd gone away.

Ne bi se trebao služiti muÅ¡kim lukavstvima«, rekla je, stegnuta grla. »Ã… to sam to tako neoprostivo u?inila?« Natjerala si me da te želim, rekao joj je na svojem materinjem jeziku. U?inila si me klonulim duhom, usamljenim. Natjerala si me da ?eznem za onim za Å¡to sam se zakleo da nikad ne?u trebati, nikad to iskati

Her eyes widened. "You undid my frock!" "No, I didn't," he said. "Who else do you think could have done it?" she said, backing away into the shadows again. "It was fastened when I came in here. Do you think one of the horses did it?

hacía tiempo que había comprendido que el amor era traicionero. Podía transformar el mundo de cielo en infierno en un instante, y al instante seguiente volver a tranformarlo en sentido contrário, y asi ad infinitum.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

A Lemon Gingertini," the dark-haired girl says. She curls her hands neatly under her chin and watches me mix the ginger syrup. "Oh, could you go light on the ice, too?" "Sure thing," I say. Damn. I can't place her face. "And make sure to add a slice of 'I'll kick your ass myself if you ever f*** over my best friend again'?" Her sweet voice changes to venom-laced.

It seemed that unbeknownst to her father, the lecherous bishop had chased Clio for the entire previous week and had foolishly cornered her on the staircase, where he stole a kiss and squeezed her small breasts. So when it came time to doctor him, she had smiled sweetly and stitched up his wound in the shape of three sixes, the sign of the devil.

I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, And then it broke And let me down as my love did me. —"The Water Is Wide," traditional folk song

Too bad my effing husband couldn't keep his very hungry caterpillar in his pants.

You could just trust that I'm a good guy." Nope. Been there, done that, still had the scorch marks on her heart, thank you very much.

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

Murphy nodded, frowning at the road ahead of her. The reason treachery is so reveiled, she said in a careful tone of voice, is because it usually comes from someone you didn't think could possibly do such a thing.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

Thomas grunted. Might have been smarter for them to have left you alone. Now you know something. I made an exasperated sound. Yes. Those fools. By trying to kill me, they've revealed their very souls. I have them now. Thomas gave me a steady look. Being Mab's bitch has made you a pessimist. I am not a pessimist, I said loftily. Though that can't last. That made Thomas grin. Nice. Thank you.

The worst lies are almost always silence—or else truth, tainted with just enough deception to rot it to the core.

Yeah, they look great, but that isn't a fantasy come true, Harry. That's a wood chipper in Playboy bunny clothing.

There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn't shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.

I nodded to her. Then I eyed Maeve. What about you? Holding anything back? I want to take you to my bower, wizard, Maeve said, and licked her lips. I want to do things to you that give you such pleasure your brain bleeds. Uh, I said. Her foxlike smile sharpened. Also, she said, my people are about to attempt to kill you.