Quotes About Betrayal

Only trust theyself, and another shall noet betray thee

Why you do dis to me, Dimmy?

It could be worse, Shawn said... We're all sitting around this fire not knowing which one among us is the person who has been systematically picking us off... Now imagine that while we're sitting here, Reggie's head falls off his body, grows spider legs, and runs away into the darkness. The silence following Shawn's remark was the quietest Gus had ever heard. Even the fire stopped popping and sparking for a moment.

In 528, still the crown prince, not yet king, Khusro discovered that his father's Mazdakite allies were conspiring against the throne. Driven, perhaps, by a combination of loyalty, anger, and a desire to demonstrate a kingly sort of resolution, in 529 the prince arrested, tortured, and executed Mazdak, and followed up with a massacre of his followers. (The Mazdakites would one day serve as inspiration for Islam's dissident Shi'a.)

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised, And mine that I was proud on--mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!

Though those who are betrayed do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

'Tis the strumpet's plagueTo beguile many and be beguil'd by one.

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestowUpon the foul disease.

Lear: So young, and so untender?Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,Than the sea-monster.

The venom clamors of a jealous womanPoison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

In Aleppo once,Where a malignant and a turban'd TurkBeat a Venetian and traduc'd the state,I took by the throat the circumcised dog,And smote him thus.

I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,And not have strew'd thy grave.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet!Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swordsIn our own proper entrails.

O! a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

That sir which serves and seeks for gain,And follows but for form,Will pack when it begins to rain,And leave thee in the storm.

I found you as a morsel, cold uponDead Caesar's trencher.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?