Quotes About Betrayal

The king and queen wanted to be done with him, although Louis seemed pleased to see him soon after the motley invasion. But the queen's blue eyes remained cold. "It would be better to perish," she quipped, "than to be saved by M. de Lafayette.

But that's done now," Jason said, shaking his head. "No girl who plays the role of a hero dates a guy who uses her. She knows who she is. She just forgot for a little while." Part Two A Character

They read denunciations, certificates, cases. They hurriedly signed sentences. They yawned. They drank wine. [ . . . ] At night they chased barefooted, naked people Over ice-covered stones Against a northeast wind Into wastelands outside town. [ . . . ] They threw them, not all killed yet, into a pit. They hurriedly covered them with earth.

was he trapped in a nest of vipers able to worm themselves into people's sympathies? Was he another one?

I thought she was going to say, because I don't love you, which probably would have been more or less the truth, but instead, to my surprise, she said: Because I love Henry. Henry's dead. I can't help it. I still love him. I loved him, too, I said. For just a moment, I thought I felt her waver. But then she looked away. I know you did, she said. But it's not enough.

He doesn't care that Bunny is dead. I could forgive him if that was why he felt this way, but it isn't. He wouldn't care if we killed half a dozen people. All that matters to him is keeping his own name out of it.

El pecado nos llega, como Judas, con un beso y, como Joab, con una mano extendida y palabras halagadoras.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

You--Roarke." Eyes watering, she reached for more tissue. "Jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, you never sleep with anybody. And you're telling me you slept with Roarke?" "That's not precisely accurate. We didn't sleep.

This is your fault. I'm going to kill you. And all the cake is gone. You don't even care, do you?

if your man sleeps with men, there is nothing sexually you can do that will make him stop.

Leaving his partners to die. Watching them run out of air...It was such a real possibility, Collins returning to earth by himself...now that's a stone-cold wheelman. That's the guy you want sitting at the wheel of a gassed-up Ford while you're inside a bank.

Sinatra told me that women were dangerous, even lethal. Sidney was just a beautiful woman, he said, and being betrayed by a beautiful woman was a rite of passage for any young man. He'd walked through the same fire. You'll live, he promised. The pain will put hair on your chest.

There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men for this treachery.

When Hamill heard ILM was working on Star Trek II, he protested to Lucas, "You traitors! George, how could you do that?" To which Lucas replied, "It's a business, kid.

The stool pigeon is the coming race.

Are you all right? With your Guild, I mean?" Alain considered the question. "They suspect me of being attracted to a Mechanic. They are right, but so far lack proof. They do not suspect that I love you, or who you are, but I have no doubt of what they will do if they discover either of those things." "Oh, blazes." Mari lowered her head to rest her brow against the cool stone of the fortification. "I have ruined your life." "You have given me back my life.

Interrupted by blood, bile, and sticky white slivers of bone and brain were the words Pamwe Chete; the gift from Rich Hastings had taken another soul.

Someone—or ones—was in the house; my gut told me they were my faithless husband and his illicit lover. A ribbon of smoke curled from the chimney. My plan was going to work!

Three months later, I was playing the role of grieving widow. Lyle had been caught in flagrante with his paramour when they were incinerated in their love nest. I earned bushels of sympathy from friends and acquaintances, who, after a suitable time, hinted that I must have known something was up; everyone else did. I played the shocked and unsuspecting wife role to a level I thought deserved a Tony or even an Oscar.

Well I'm looking at history," she said, pointing at me. "You used to be a friend, but now you stink as a friend! I came here to give you a second chance and you make me smell the crotch of an old book.

Don't ever forget your history," she sang, "or any wicked soul can lie to you and get away with it.

Not romantic," she disagreed. "To me it would be romantic if Antony properly fell on his sword and kicked the bucket and Cleopatra escaped and lived a lovely life sailing along the Nile without him and his big ideas ruining her kingdom.