Quotes About Betrayal

Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?

No, this is throwing up like coming off the tilt-a-whirl at age seven, like discovering that dead rat under the porch, like finding out someone you loved never loved you at all.

I looked again at the library, my vision made real, beautiful yes, but a terrible betrayal. I would never be able to come here again, I knew. Goldie and my uncle had been cruel and avaricious, but their greed was not so personal as Ellis's. Not so intimate. And yet, I knew also, in a way I had not known before, that its very intimacy made me stronger. I would not forgive him this,

Mama had never said anything of her family having such wealth, not once, in all our years of suffering. But then again, neither had she told me she had a sister. I should not be surprised. She'd kept so many secrets. But this . . . Why had she said nothing of this?

My inheritance had become available, my aunt—my only champion—had been killed, and my uncle had been given power over my person and my money.

I knew then how I would destroy them if I ever got out of Blessington. I would give Dante LaRosa the information he wanted.

I will not tell her that you sold our family home in Newport without telling me and then left me in the cold with nothing because you were so jealous that Charles preferred me. I will not do this because you are all May has left. She

No one had ever told me I was not a poor relation. They meant to steal from me and keep me believing I was beholden to them.

It was useless, as pointless as it ever was. "She's a succubus, you fool.

How could he look exactly the same as he always did? How could he so nonchalantly shatter all the things I'd believed and bear no outward sign of it? I didn't understand. It seemed to me that if someone hurt you, there should be some kind of boomerang effect. They should get hit with it, too, so it wasn't just you. So they didn't get off scot-free while you marinated in the pain.

had learned from painful experience would lead to whispers and the shaking of heads. Gossip grew quickly from seeds into vast, tangling jungles of strangling vines and carnivorous flowers. You could spend years trying to hack your way out of that poisoned garden.

I heard that he had all these pictures of you . . .' 'Well, I heard you flunked out of school.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start I didn't want to leave, but you began to believe Your own crocodile lies.

Whenever we use our religion, as individuals, or as groups within the church, to act in tandem with political and economic groups that arrest the voice of truth or destroy others, then we are Judas.

Sometimes living with memory, with the thought of what friends, those who shared your soul and dreams, will do to you is worse than taking a bullet or having someone stab your flesh. There is a way of bleeding from one's soul.

I am not sure I trust you." "You can trust me with your life, My King." "But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.

He could tell her he loved her. He ached to shout it out loud for the gods and everyone to hear. Little good it would do. Better to trust in the moon's promises than in the word of the Thief of Eddis. He was famous in three countries for his lies.

Why did you come if not to murder my king?" "I came to steal his magus." "You can't," said the magus in question. "I can steal anything," Eugenides corrected him, "even with one hand.

Will there be poppy juice in it?" Phresine shook her head. "Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.

You're awake," he said. "Phresine is not," pointed out the queen. "Oh?" "You gave her lethium." "She gave it to me first.

My body felt like a vow that had been irrevocably broken.

A friend's bitter words seem to us more poisonous than a serpent's teeth.

A golden tomb is useful only for the thieves!

Politicians are the close relatives of the Devil.