Quotes About Betrayal

No one told me it would hurt this much.

She'd allowed her sister to steal her joy.

God, secrets could simply do you in.

When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.

She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her.

Incidentally, this is the only letter I'll send— don't think I'll turn you in, don't think for a second I'd alert the authorities, I mean, fuck them, and certainly, of course, fuck you, but above everything fuck them. I've always stood for that. Admittedly not much else.

She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.

Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.

But nothing I could think up, no matter how dramatic or completely horrible, ever made her repent or love me the way she had at first, before she really knew me.

The woman hurt me. She looked so soft and perfect, like a mannequin made of flesh, flesh all the way through.

It wasn't my life she was after, it was more. She wanted to eat my heart, and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.

You bury a friend—that gives you an enemy. It calls you more deeply into the cause. Then the time comes when you kill a friend. And that might drive you away. It can also have the opposite result—to deafen you against your own voice when it wants to ask questions.

That was something, wasn't it? Trust was a good place to start. Especially after the kind of betrayal she'd been through. It made him want to prove he was the kind of man she deserved. The kind of man who'd love her for better or worse. The kind who was faithful and true.

Let me tell you, the bite of the serpent is nothing compared to the bite of your fellow man.

He was done with every lie he'd ever allowed himself to believe, every lie he'd ever lived, every lie.

You've mislaid your trust in the past, had your faith in people broken, shattered even. You've been betrayed. Lied to. So you've chosen not to trust. And this protects you to some extent, I'm sure. But it also isolates you from the rest of humanity. You are disconnected. You are displaced. And the only way to find your way back to a place, to a connection, is to trust again.

She would rather have known the lie that was Brian than the truth of anything else in her life.

He would have just kept coming," Bob said. "Once someone takes something from you and you let them? They don't feel gratitude, they just feel like you owe them something more.

Ella dijo: -Él...Le has disparado, joder. Acabas de... O sea, ¿te das cuenta? Bob pasó la fregona por la mancha. -Le dió una paliza a mi perro.

The greatest crime of which the Roman Emperors were accused is that they had Christians thrown to the lions; but that does not exceed in horror what the Christians did to one another.

Forgiveness does not mean that we pretend things are anything other than they are. I am hurt, we say. I am betrayed, we announce. I am in pain and grief. I have been treated unfairly. I am feeling ashamed. I am angry this has been done to me. I am sad and I am lost. I may never forget what you have done to me, but I will forgive. I will do everything in my power not to let you harm me again. I will not retaliate against you or against myself.

We need rituals for all traumas and loss, whether it is betrayal or infidelity or violence or murder. Ritual helps us heal, and ritual helped me heal and become ready to consider the person who murdered Angela, his story, his pain.

Maximus spoke in a clear, proud voice. My name is Maximus Decimus Meridas, Commander of the Army of the North, gerneral of the Western Armies, loyal servant to the true Emperor, Marcus Aurelius. The Colosseum was completely silent. Then he turned to Commodus and spoke more quietly. I am father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will punish their killer, in this life or the next. (S. 48)

Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another man's bed!