Quotes About Betrayal

it makes me shiver like a dead soldier returning his empty clothes to his bride but she's married someone else

A man another woman can steal from you ain't your man no way

Well, I think adultery is a filthy habit,' said Rose, 'like using someone else's toothbrush.

Those who betray others, lie and deceive, deserve each other.

Love is...' he paused and then laughed. 'Love is like an armchair cover. It hides a multitude of sins. It's washable and may well have a riot of roses and auriculas splashed over it, but underneath everything is all ripped up.

Lent is a much-needed mentor in an age obsessed with visible, measurable, manageable, and tweetable increase, for it invites us to walk with Jesus and His disciples through darker seasons that we would rather avoid: grief, conflict, misunderstanding, betrayal, restriction, rejection, and pain. Then Easter leads us in celebration of salvation as the stunningly satisfying fruit of Jesus' sacred decrease.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...

A fool friend always does something that the enemy wishes.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you...

Love is never easy. We begin by loving the things we can, according to our stature, but it is not long before we find that what we love is other than ourselves and that our love is no protection against being wounded. Do we then speak to dominate what we love, to make it bend to our will, to stop it from hurting us even though to do so is to betray love? And that is only where the difficulty begins..

Pericles, he reflected, was a sad case. He'd been a postman all his life, a solid, reliable worker, until one Christmas when he had stolen all the gifts he was meant to deliver: wind-chimes, scented candles, Belgian chocolates, cowbells from the Bernese Oberland. Most of the haul had been lavished on his elderly mother; the rest he had stashed in his bedroom, which the old lady, being too frail to climb the stairs, no longer cleaned.

She knows she doesn't. She knows everything her son took from us, because she isn't an idiot. But she survives on delusions, and the more people believe those delusions, the stronger she gets. I'm not interested in helping her feel better. She can fuck right off.

blood, they would be back. Molly herself was one

It did not do to give your heart to a man so entirely, she thought. Men did not value what they came by easily. Once you loved, you laid yourself open to pain.

the only thing I had so far learned with any certainty about the film world was that back-biting, hypocrisy, double-dealing, innuendo and character assassination formed so integral a part of its conversational fabric that it was quite impossible to know where the truth ended and falsehood began. The only safe guide, I'd discovered, was to assume that the truth ended almost immediately.

Tallal, Lawrence relates, gave a moan like a hurt animal. Then he rode off to higher ground and remained there for some moments, shivering violently and staring after the retreating Turks. Lawrence moved to speak with him, but Auda caught his rein and stopped him. In one blow, in one moment, Tallal had lost every person in the world who mattered to him. and the older Auda, wiser in this matter than lawrence, realized that Tallal now had nothing left to live for.

I should have listened to Hunslett. Again I should have listened to Hunslett. And again for Hunslett's sake. But I didn't know then that Hunslett was to have time for all the sleep in the world.

I wouldn't be surprised if one day Carl's halo slipped and choked him.

Trust is a fragile thing, easily broken, and hard to mend.

Even her heart lied to her...

Once I entered the house late at night and overheard Mark and my mom having sex by the fireplace. She was moaning like she was flying on a magic carpet. I almost puked into the kitchen sink. I would give anything for her to dump him. Jade's mom says it will never happen because women over 45 have a better chance of getting blown up by a terrorist than finding a man. Haha! If I ever get that desperate, I will buy a giant vibrator and never leave the house.

Betrayal was the ultimate weapon, for it left emotional destruction in its wake. And questions. Thousands of questions.

Trust was now a four-letter word.

If I'm right,' she said, 'and you have all sorts of juicy information in that dossier of yours, you'll know that I am an abnormally forgiving person, even of those who have used me and hurt me more than one person deserves to be hurt. But right this second, I am looking forward to the day you rot in hell.