Quotes About Betrayal

That's why it's difficult to write about your own life. Any distortion feels like a betrayal.

Chris is a little ashamed of having once fallen for him: it makes him sad how everything changes, how ruthless the heart can be.

Do you think treachery begins in the deed, my friend?

Taa will be dead, Mors will be disgraced, and we'll arrange for you to look the hero somehow. Moff Dray. Sounds good, no?" "I'll still be in your pocket," Belkor said. "But you'll be alive. And a Moff. That's better than the alternative." Belkor said nothing.

Vader was not a man.

Treachery never goes unpunished

Nix hocked, spit, and chuckled. "I'm not your fakkin' eunuch. Get it yourself. Egil almost died because of you. Him and me are here only because of your compulsion. You and your sisters could all die tomorrow and I'd mourn you not at all. Don't ever forget how it is with us.

An apprentice was unquestioningly loyal until the moment he wasn't. Both Master and apprentice knew this.

The surprise came a few months later when Slash called me and wanted to follow up on my offer to help him get some free guitars. "You want me to help you get guitars after you went around saying all that shit about me behind my back?" Slash got real quiet. "You know, one thing you're going to have to learn is not to air your dirty laundry in public. Nice knowing you. Go fuck yourself.

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

He lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply, the tip flaring an angry red. "Isn't love a beautiful goddamn liar?

Isn't love a beautiful goddamn liar?

How is it I'm the enemy when she's the other woman? That seems very unfair, doesn't it?

Ben isn't hard to manage, but Blix's wife, Karen, likes the title too much to part with it. He's made her a baroness." She sighed. "The whole thing has got rather baroque. Karen and I are friends, or were, in any case. Blix asked her for a divorce and told her he was in love with me, probably thinking it would soften the blow." She shook her head. "Now she won't speak to me.

While we watched, he dragged over a chair and climbed on top of it to pound a small copper peg into the upper-right-hand corner of the door with the mallet, hammering away. "Every time my wife has an indiscretion I'm going to add a nail," he said to the door. I couldn't see his expression and couldn't bear to look at Cockie or Ben. "It might be the only way we'll be able to keep track.

The stickiest sorts of violence are often incredibly intimate, Will. They require trust. They take time.

I found myself feeling differently about marriage, and about the damage lovers could do to one another, irreparable damage sometimes, and almost without thinking.

Woman, I've crushed more Campbells than ye'll ever know, and Ill go to my grave with a Campbell's heart clutched within my fingers." "Will that heart be mine, my laird?" "It might.

At first she thought him nothing more than a careless rogue, taking her as a wife just to have her in his bed. But she

He glanced down between his legs and shook his head with utter disgust. How was he supposed to ravage virgins with that feeble thing? Padgora the White would pay for taking that from him as well. He

Promises mean everything, but after they are broken, sorry means nothing.

When you die, you'll be wearing your white dress with red roses, and your hair will be long and falling around your shoulders. When they shoot you, up on your damn roof or walking alone on the street, your blood will look like another red rose on your dress, and no one will notice, not even you when you bleed out for Mother Russia.

Alexander, me has roto el corazón. Pero por haberme llevado a tu espalda, por tirar de mi trineo de muerte, por darme tu último pedazo de pan, por el cuerpo que te destrozaste por mí, por el hijo que me has dado, por los veintinueve días que vivimos en el paraíso, por todas nuestras arenas blancas de Naples y nuestros vinos de Napa, por todos los días que has sido mi primer y mi último aliento, por Orbeli... Te perdonaré.

To lead a life so wholly happy, so wholly unexamined that she could be dying, could be betrayed, could be besieged on all sides and never even know it.