Quotes About Betrayal

If Jesus Christ treated me like you do, I'd drive in the nails myself.

The shame attached to rape was men's shame, shame they were too weak to carry: that their gender could do this, that they could do it, that they wanted to do it, that they could not protect their wives and sisters and daughters from it, that they could not stop it. That a thing they believed to be solely theirs could be taken by another man. That, should a child be born, the cuckold would be left to raise another man's bastard.

Judas, the one whom the world in its ignorance has blackened, will when man awakes from his undisciplined state, be placed on high for God is love and no greater love has a man than tins — that he lay down his life for a friend. Until man lets go of that which he is now conscious of being, he will not become that which he desires to be; and Judas is the one who accomplishes this through suicide or detachment.

Nothing befalls man that is not the nature of himself. People emerge out of the mass betraying their close affinity to your moods as they are engendered. You meet them seemingly by accident but find they are intimates of your moods. Because your moods continually externalise themselves you could prophesy from your moods, that you, without search, would soon meet certain characters and encounter certain conditions.

Plainly the Kaiser knew his men ... so he sent them forth to bayonet babes, violate old women, murder old men, crucify officers, violate nuns, sink Lusitanias , and turn solemn treaties into scraps of paper.

He has to lie,' said Karen. 'He always lied. I hope he hasn't hurt you.

Soms vermomden ze zich als vrienden, dan deden ze aardig en gezellig en lieten ze je geloven dat je een van hen was en dan liet jij, stom rund, je verdediging varen en dan braken ze je hart door je te vernachelen. Vervolgens gooiden ze je weg als een kapot stuk speelgoed.

all.' He pointed his finger at Skull. 'I bet

My friends,' he told them. 'I am going to throw this aboard the English ship.

Yet once he was in office, Trump cold-shouldered the working-class voters who had supported him. He gave lip service to jobs in coal and manufacturing but took no significant step to assist workers, and he made things worse by chipping away at the Affordable Care Act. It was one more scene in a long drama of politicians' betrayal of America's working class.

What wanton liars love makes of us.

All around me is cowardice and deceit.

Out on his flank, a soldier whipped up his crossbow, cocked it with a jerk on a leather thong, took aim and let fly. The iron-tipped arrow whistled through the air and found its mark, straight between the shoulder blades of the retreating spy. The man dropped like a stone. A short scream became a cough, and the cough a torrent of blood on the sand.

I kept seeing Yolanda on the parquet, two men pinning her to the ground, her eyes loaded with hatred and madness combing her hair. I was stormed by her image and my heart could not bear it. We know so little about people. But about the people we love, we know even less.

Only the devil wishes everyone to be his friend.

It's often the ones we love most who do us harm.

But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . .

Nah, pride's just a slick dress uniform and a cheap lie that'll get you killed when the people you're fighting for, who aren't doing any of the actual fighting, start selling you out and

Slowly I learnt the ways of humans: how to ruin, how to hate, how to debase, how to humiliate. And at the feet of my Master I learnt the highest of human skills, the skill no other creature owns: I finally learnt how to lie.

The thing is … to be blunt about it, the trouble with being an adulterer and a songwriter is that you always write songs in code.

Rothstein worked with Park Avenue men as beards in the club-house, and with Broadway characters, such as Morris the Boob on The Lawn, and he probably bet away from the track, too.

The king would never let Hild go, not now. Not until she was dead or of no more use.

She didn't like the princely Boldcloak much. She missed her Cian. Missed the Cian she might have told of misjudging bandits and what eagles saw.

She'd be best off here with the princess with the slaughter seax.