Quotes About Betrayal

You know he's not going to honor the truce," I said quietly. "He's going to try to take me out somewhere along the line. He's going to betray me." "Of course," she said. "I expect superior, more creative treachery on your part.

This whole thing, I said is going to come down to guessing who isn't what they look like. Who is? Karrin asked, her hands moving surely over the weapon. Ever.

Do you know what I think? Marcone said. You think we should shoot Nicodemus in the back at the first opportunity and let Michael dismember him. Yes. I drew my gun. Okay.

Mathematically, maybe," I said. "But trust isn't one of those things that lends itself well to math." "Sure it does," Bob said. "You trust somebody, they betray you, you get a negative value. You never trust, they can never disappoint you, you break even.

Just like old times," I wheezed. "Yeah, just like old times, Elaine. You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous . . ." And then a thought hit me. Just like old times. ". . . deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If this works I'll buy you a pony.

What's the point in answering, Warden? It's obvious that you've already tried and convicted me. If I tell you I am involved, you will believe me guilty. If I tell you I am not involved, you will believe me guilty. The only thing I can do is deny you your precious moral justification. She lifted a hand to her lips and pantomimed turning a key and throwing it away.

Hell's bells, I snarled, taking an involuntary step back. Right here? Now? You could have given me a couple of minutes to get clear, dammit. And what fun would that be? Maeve asked, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. I am who I am, too. I love violence. I love treachery. I love your pain - and the best part, the part I love most, is that I am doing it for your own good. Her eyes gleamed white all the way around her irises. This is me being one of the good guys.

No enterprise of greatness begins with treachery, with lying to the people who trust and love you.

Andi's eyes widened. Bob. . .is it really him? Yes, but he works for the bad guys now, Bob said. It's probably safest to shoot him.

it would be a real pity to die when I'd finally put tabs on who had gotten me into this mess—

You are the only man I ever met," Tera growled, "who would smash the paws that are trying to free you from certain death.

For the first time ever, Mickey Mouse let me down.

On either side of the double doors, someone had gone to a lot of trouble to plant and care for a half-dozen rosebushes. Someone else had gone to a lot of trouble to tear them to shreds.

Katie shook her head in dismay. "I thought being poor was the worst thing that could happen to a girl." "No, Katie," the countess said in a clear voice. "The worst thing is to be in love with one man and have to marry another." —Katie O'Reilly to the Countess of Marbury

Skip your fancy talk, Captain Lord Blackthorn. If I do your bidding, and I'm still discussing that with the Almighty, it will only be to save my arse." Katie O'Reilly to Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn in Titanic Rhapsody

I love you, Kenneth said, with terrible dispassion, but I would not burn the Library of Alexandria for you; and Anita, drily sobbing, cried, You son of a bitch.

Once when I asked you if you still loved your wife, you said, Love leaves the back door open. Later, you said, Love like a hospital gown opens at the back. And you slipped out.

Writers are always selling somebody out.

O mal de origem com que o homem nasce. Nós não somos animais selvagens idealizados. Somos seres mortais imperfeitos, conscientes dessa mortalidade mesmo quando a negamos, traídos por nossa própria complexidade, tão incorporada que quando choramos a perda de seres amados também estamos chorando, para o bem ou para o mal, por nós mesmos. Pela perda daquilo que éramos. Do que não somos mais. Do que um dia não seremos de todo.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, we forget who we really are.

That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.

My brother refers to my husband, in his presence, as "Joan's husband." Marriage is the classic betrayal.

Marriage is the classic betrayal

My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.