Quotes About Betrayal

I didn't tell him the rest of what I knew -- that once you gave up even a little of yourself, it wasn't long before you gave up everything. But he'd learn that for himself soon enough.

Garry Essendine]: That is no prostitute, but the wife of one of my best friends!

Esta Pérsia parecia tentar fazer de cada homem um cornudo, à vez

The intellectual tradition is one of servility to power, and if I didn't betray it I'd be ashamed of myself.

But one of the fearful villagers stepped forward and said, "I will pray to the Greek gods." Mattathias turned red with anger over the man's betrayal. He seized a sword and killed the Jewish traitor and one of the king's soldiers.

There is no permanent friendship between men, among men. Something goes wrong, somebody marries the wrong person, somebody advances too fast, somebody converts, somebody refuses good advice or bad advice, it didn't matter. It went up in a flash.

One thing you distinctly never want to hear a man you're interested in say softly is that his favorite book in the whole world is The Golden Notebook. Here you are dealing with a liar from the black lagoon and it's time to start feeling in your purse for carfare.

The saddest day of your life isn't when you decide to sell out. The saddest day of your life is when you decide to sell out and nobody wants to buy.

Man has his being in truth--if he sacrifices truth he sacrifices himself. Whoever betrays truth betrays himself. It is not a question of lying--but of acting against one's conviction.

Man abides in truth. As one prizes truth, so one cherishes oneself. Whoever betrays truth, betrays himself. We speak not of lies here, but rather of acts against convictions.

Lovers are allowed to be as cruel as anything to the one who dissappoints them.

Kitap okumakla, manav?n beni aldatmas?na engel olam?yorum bir türlü. Manava inanmad???m halde beni aldat?yor namussuz.

Kitap okumakla, manav?n beni aldatmas?na engel olam?yorum bir türlü. Manava inanmad???m halde beni aldat?yor namussuz. Ya inand???m dostlar?n beni aldatmas?n? önlemek: büsbütün imkâns?z bu.

Quand je pense qu'il est des domestiques qui passent leur vie à débiner leurs maîtres, à les embêter, à les menacer… Quelles brutes !… Quand je pense qu'il en est qui voudraient les tuer… Les tuer !… Et puis après ?… Est-ce qu'on tue la vache qui nous donne du lait, et le mouton de la laine… On trait la vache… on tond le mouton… adroitement… en douceur…

Sharing is a weakness, a shameful secret. A person who knows what I am can hurt me, betray me, disable me with little effort.

It was no news to me that other people's fathers could be monsters.

are, too, don't forget. People who poison each other, then disclaim all responsibility.

I hold your life and do not take it." They had begun as gestures of trust rather than of affection, but their meaning had grown. Now, depending on the circumstances, a simple lifting of the head—as she had lifted hers to receive his bite—could mean trust, affection, challenge, or contempt. It was, Tahneh thought bitterly, the perfect gesture for a betrayal.

For life is an expression, our unconscious actions the constant betrayal of our innermost thought. Confucius said that "man hideth not." Perhaps we reveal ourselves too much in small things because we have so little of the great to conceal.

It takes a lifetime to understand that long ago the grown-ups lied to you, that in fact nothing living, neither a flower, nor a rabbit, nor a person, nor a country, can, in fact, be had: they can only be destroyed, which is the one way to confirm they have been possessed.

Mitch True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...

Ojciec cz?sto powtarza? mu (...) ?e kobiety s? z natury swojej zdradliwe i chwiejne. Rozmazane.

She had tried to lose Effie. Had succeeded for a while, too, during the height of her social success in Milhampton. But Effie hadn't stayed lost. Effie was the sort of woman whom you can grind your heel on the dirt and it won't kill her loyalty. Like a worm. Cut her feelings of friendship for you in two, and the parts will still wriggle

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom—is to die.