Quotes About Betrayal

You were his protector, yet he betrayed you." James shrugged. "Odd thing is, I know if I asked, he'd die for me." She studied him for a moment. "But you'd never ask." "Nay. I never would." "You're a complicated man, James Sterling." She said softly.

I had said to some pastor that I was having thoughts, and the church turned on me. They went to my mom and said, So sorry about your son.

Perdoname también el que te quiera como a mí mismo; porque me soy infiel, porque me engaño".

At the door I planted a kiss on Paul's mouth with an uncontrollable ardor that I actually did feel-a kiss of treachery, for I could still taste the other man in my mouth.

She could imagine the demise of the fowl of the air, fish in the sea, mankind itself, but not that the only man she had ever loved would no longer love her. She complained about the weather, she complained about all sorts of things that ordinarily she would not have noticed; she criticized my behavior, and then she criticized herself for criticizing me.

He felt that he was lying, and in some way being disloyal as well, but he said only, "He was instantly killed. He didn't have to feel any pain.

I have betrayed no confidence and no trust. I simply wrote a letter in which I stated the truth--for the Government or anybody else.' 'A letter in which you accuse the Government...' 'Of course I accuse. If the Government uses falsehoods and the blind eye to conduct its affairs, then shouldn't I accuse? If I am betraying a trust to reveal it, then I am still right and you cannot make me wrong.

Came home to find the Sting CDs gone. Odd. He thought she must have taken the boom box into the kitchen to wash the dishes. But the boom box was also gone. He looked in the bedroom - the bed was stripped. He said aloud, "If the tampons are gone, you have left me." The medicine cabinet was bare.

And the most frequent response of all: "Jesus, I wouldn't do that. I would never do something like that to her.

Con cada libro adoptamos un miedo, pequeñito y delicado como un gusano de seda. El miedo a no hacer justicia a las palabras del otro, a no ser capaz de crear una metáfora digna del momento, un símbolo propio de esa voz o aquella mirada, el temor de habernos traicionado y escribir des del ego y no desde alma.

Con cada libro adoptamos un miedo, pequeñito y delicado como un gusano de seda. El miedo a no hacer justicia a las palabras del otro, a no ser capaz de crear una metáfora digna del momento, un símbolo propio de esa voz o aquella mirada, el temor de habernos traicionado y escribir desde el ego y no desde alma.

Maybe he also felt angry or insulted, if it occurred to him then or later that maybe he hadn't made a mistake but that I had deliberately stood him up, and not the way I did it — alone up there in the apartment, uncomfortable and embarrassed, chickening out, hiding out — but, he would imagine, in collusion with someone else, a girlfriend or boyfriend, confiding in them, snickering over him.

The first New Year after they died felt like another betrayal--we were leaving behind the last year in which they had lived, a year they had known, and starting on a year that they would never experience.

Yet my confusion must be this: though her body is old, her capacity for betrayal is still young and fresh.

I have known kings and criminals. I prefer criminals. They cheat, steal and betray, but at least you don't have to worship them while they do it.

Luther describes how backbiters are like hyenas or dogs who dig up stinking human corpses, pullulating with decay and full of worms, and bite into them—"Ugh, what a dreadful monster the backbiter is!

When Judas Schariot hanged himself, so that his guts ripped, and as happens to those who are hanged, his bladder burst, then the Jews had their golden cans and silver bowls ready, to catch the Judas piss (as one calls it) with the other relics, and afterwards together they ate the shit and drank, from which they got such sharp sight that they are able to see such complex glosses in Scripture."38

Seregil, that hurts." Alec's soft, tense voice brought him back and he found himself clutching the boy's shoulder. He hurriedly released him and sat back. Alec closed cold fingers over his own. "What is it? You look like you've just seen your own ghost." A desperate ache lanced thorugh Seregil as he looked down into those dark blue eyes. if you let slip the slightest detail Damn you, Nysander! "I can't tell you, talí , because I'd only have to lie.

Cursed be the weapon that tastes the blood of a friend.

I was chosen, too, you fatherless son of a whore. [...] But it's my people at the Cockerel that I'll kill you for, and for what you did to Alec. For the runners and keeks you used and betrayed, the innocents who've died at your order. Hell, I'll kill you for the sheer fun of it. Come on, Lord Eater of Shit. Let's get this over with.

Imagine—Lord Seregil and Lord Alec slapped up in the Red Tower for common housebreaking? No one knows what we really are, or what we've done for Skala. It would just be shame and dishonor, and for what? Because some titled slip of a girl couldn't keep her skirts down on Mourning Night, then decided she wanted a proper marriage? For that, I risk losing you?

Today, Darlan gives me Algiers and I cry 'Vive Darlan!' If Quisling gives me Oslo, I will cry 'Vive Quisling!' Let Laval give me Paris tomorrow, and I will cry 'Vive Laval!

The roots of this friendship that once nourished me in deep places now ache with a barren flow. The conversations and connections have been hollowed out and replaced with a stabbing throb of a pierced soul. The arrow dug deep.

I forgive Art for betraying my trust. And whatever my feelings don't yet allow for, the blood of Jesus will surely cover.