Quotes About Betrayal

I yanked my gaze to Odysseus and Diomedes and was horrified to see them smiling. "Greetings, Prince Achilles," Odysseus said. "We've been looking for you.

I see nothing but a cuckolded husband and Agamemnon's greed.

Eskiden beri çocuklar?m?n en kötüsüydün," dedi. "?erefime leke sürmeye kalkma sak?n." "Benim daha iyi bir fikrim var. Can?m?n istedi?ini yapaca??m, sen de çocuklar?n? sayarken beni aralar?na katma.

Esa fue mi primera lección: bajo la apariencia plácida y familiar de las cosas, hay otra cara que aguarda el momento de romper el mundo en pedazos

bajo la apariencia plácida y familiar de las cosas, hay otra cara que aguarda el momento de romper el mundo en pedazos.

Achille fa scattare la mano per agguantare la spada e tagliarsi la gola. È solo quando la solleva vuota che ricorda: ha dato la spada a me.

Tu m'as jeté en pâture aux corbeaux, mais il se trouve que je les préfère à toi.

Her black eyes seem to contract, like dying stars. "I am glad that he is dead," she says. It is the last thing she will ever say to him.

He talked so often of longing for us and home. But it was lies. When he was back on Ithaca he was never content, always looking to the horizon. Once we were his again, he wanted something else. What is that if not a bad life? Luring others to you, then turning from them?

Era un experto consumado en lo tocante al dolor. Nada podía causar más dolor a Aquiles que aquello: el hombre más próximo a su corazón le traicionaba ante su peor enemigo.

Le habían confundido, le habían atado a una apuesta y lo acosaban. Le acaricié la piel suave de la frente. Yo le desataría… si me resultaba posible y él me dejaba.

Your words today have caused your own death, and the death of your men. I will fight for you no longer. Without me, your army will fall. Hector will grind you to bones and bloody dust, and I will watch it and laugh. You will come, crying for mercy, but I will give none. They will all die, Agamemnon, for what you have done here.

His head thudded dully against stone, and I saw the surprised pop of his eyes. The ground around him began to bleed.

What has Hector ever done to me?" Excerpt From: Miller, Madeline. "The Song of Achilles." Apple Books.

This is a different man, surely, from the one who ordered Contrari's death. It cannot have been him. This is her husband, who loves her, or seems to; that was the ruler of Ferrara. They are the same man, they are different men, the same yet different.

At the bottom of the steps, she turns to Iris, her face full of confusion. 'They said it would be there. They promised they would put it in there for me.' 'I'm sorry,' Iris says, because she doesn't know what else to say. 'I wanted it,' she says. 'I just wanted it. And they promised.

You said.' Esme shuts her eyes, screws them up tight, bowing her head. 'You promised,' she says, almost inaudibly and, with her hands, she is crushing the material of her dress.

and so I took hers. I did. And no one ever worked it out, so I suppose

That had done it. Esme had turned at that one. She had snatched up the protractor of Catriona McFarlane, high priestess of the tittering club, and pointed it at her like a divining rod. 'You know what you are, Catriona McFarlane?' Esme had said. 'You are a sad creature. You are mean-spirited, soulless. You are going to die alone and lonely. Do you hear me?

a girl comes to crouch in front of me and I see that she is unlacing my shoes and taking them off and I say to her, I took it, I took it, and I've never told anyone. The girl looks up at me and she titters. You tell us every day, she says. I know she is lying so I say, it was my sister's, you know. And she just turns to speak to someone over her shoulder and—

It's you Tempest I told her. Not her. It's been you all along. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you.... I made her trust me to save you.

And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal. Enter into the happiness, and burst.

He held his hands tightly together and cursed his daughter for bringing the terrible world, with its humiliation and longing, back to his door.

no mide las palabras y de vez en cuando se va de la lengua y deja caer palabras envenenadas que corren por las venas, como un cáncer maligno, hasta llegar al corazón y matarlo.