Quotes About Betrayal

Call someone your lord and he'll sell you in the slave market.

Honey in his mouth, knives in his heart.

Liars begin by imposing on others, but end by deceiving themselves.

May the man be damned and never grow fat, Who wears two faces under one hat.

Never trust a woman, even though she has given you ten sons.

The tongue that belongs to a fake friend is sharper than a knife.

The wolf bemoans the sheep, and then eats it.

These can never be true friends: Hope, dice, a prostitute, a robber, a cheat, a goldsmith, a monkey, a doctor, a distiller.

You can trust your brother, your father, your mother, but Never Your WIFE

Your looks betray your thoughts.

Count not him among your friends who will retail your privacies to the world.

When Fortune flatters, she does it to betray.

Ready tears are a sign of treachery, not of grief.

A blow from your friend is better than a kiss from your enemy.

Whom ever read hoodwinked then they need to follow up with the second part which is in cahootz.

Life is a game in which the rules are constantly changing; nothing spoils a game more than those who take it seriously. Adultery? Phooey! You should never subjugate yourself to another nor seek the subjugation of someone else to yourself. If you follow that Crispian principle you will be able to say Phooey, too, instead of reaching for your gun when you fancy yourself betrayed.

The Ox-Bow Incident, Body and Soul, White Heat, The Third Man, The Brothers Rico, Riot in Cell Block 11

Referring to the time Invasion of the Body Snatchers producer Walter Wanger shot Jennings Lang in the groin for fucking his wife, Joan Bennett

Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be a bunch of bastards.

She turned to John to share the joke, and he was transfixed, looking into the catastrophe of her sagging, bleary-eyed face.

his shattered arm. Dirty Jim ripped open the wounded man's shirt.

An empty heart eats lies.

I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.