Quotes About Betrayal

They were waiting for me, I realized, too late. They were waiting for me to push the attack, to lead them. Welcome aboard the David Wong Disappointment Train, fuckers.

Franky the Cop let me lead the way outside to the shed, staying a few steps back so that he could have time to shoot me in case I decided to wheel on him with fists of fury.

To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor.

O, the perfidy of men." "What have I done?" he protested. "Nothing at present, but you are the only representative of your sex I have at hand to abuse. Take your lumps for your brothers.

I'd had my heart broken, you see. Fell in love with the wrong chap and he crushed me right down to the bedrock. Nothing left but humiliation.

You have to love someone completely to be willing to destroy them.

There will always be men who rally to the cause of another man in his moment of disgrace simply because they fear their own so deeply.

I slammed the door in her face and applied my bloody shoe to the lurkers in the bathtub,

There is nothing more you can do to hurt me now. You have already broken the man you knew, crucified every part of my humanity and left me with nothing except the ruins of what I once was. Why do you look away? Have you developed a conscience? What a burden it must be to you.

loved only the illusion, the mirror face you chose to show me. I wonder which of us I pity more.

thought of my mother, the beautiful actress who had married in secret and borne a love child, only to have her sweet prince marry another—a woman of his own class who would fill his royal nursery with pedigreed babies while his firstborn grew up motherless.

The young are often unjust. But in time I hope she will come to see that I am not the villainess she believed. I did everything in my power to save my husband from ruin. Instead I caused it.

Indiscretions that would only burden a wife. He was frequently unfaithful, and that was something I was perfectly happy to accept." "Happy!" I exclaimed. I could not imagine any woman being content to have the man she loved warming another's bed.

She not only turned a blind eye to his philandering, she befriended the women he bedded!

So do I, Rip," Stoker put in. "You were rat-arsed and no doubt made some highly vulgar observations which so inflamed Merry that he came round at the first opportunity to see Miss Speedwell for himself. He as much as insinuated she was my mistress," he said flatly.

Stoker gave him a thin, feral smile, baring his teeth. "You always were a slippery bastard," he said in a low tone. "But even you cannot talk your way around the fact that we found your name in Ramsforth's ledger.

They say Louise has ordered the windows of the palace bricked up to stop Lorne escaping into Kensington Gardens to tryst with soldiers. Whether it is true or not, I can tell you that Louise has been unhappy. And an unhappy wife is a dangerous creature.

He would rather dance at the end of a hangman's noose than betray you? That speaks to a connection more intimate than mere friendship,

And do you know who was supposed to look after it? I was. She would live with us and give him his golden child, and I was to be nothing more than a nursemaid in my own home, reduced to whatever crumbs she saw fit to leave me.

A bit of trouble with this? I'm having a goddamned nervous breakdown. The woman I love most in the world has—after five years of marriage—decided to finally tell me the truth about what she does. That's five years of lies. That's a shit-ton of lies.

It's shocking the things we call love.

I don't want her in my car." says Jenna. I don't want her in my life." says Michael. I hope she chokes on her fucking Frappuccino." says Akello.

A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn't.

I wondered if parents had an easier time with the secrets their children kept than children did with the secrets of their parents. A parent's secrets seemed like some sort of betrayal, where my own just seemed like a fact of life and growing up and away. I was supposed to be independent, but he was supposed to be available. Him having his own life seemed selfish, where me having my own was the right order of things.