Quotes about Betrayal

My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's.

Tell Larry I'm not going to the reception, and that he can't count on me for anything for the rest of my life.

The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau.

Hatred seems to operate on the same glands as love; it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

Because life didn't just come with better . . . it came with worse, too. A worse that God could have fixed, perhaps, if she'd let Him, so long ago. She hadn't wanted to take the risk of a broken heart. Of getting hurt over and over again. But wasn't that the nature of love? Risking betrayal? Forgiving? Wiping the slate clean and starting over? Wasn't that the nature of God?

Evil always seeks to betray. To destroy and separate and instill fear. And, on that day, evil won. But that doesn't mean we surrender the battle. We will not dishonor those who paid the ultimate price for freedom by giving up. Evil wants to shut you down. Shame you. Destroy your relationships. Keep you from being the person you can be. Don't let it.

Secrets are always found out, and when they are, people get hurt.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

Pauline, what would you do if your own brother had a party and didn't invite you?' I said ifn I really wanted to go to that party, I reckoned I'd go anyhow. Never mind what he want. She just sucked her teeth a little and made out like what I said was dumb. All the while I was thinking how dumb she was. Whoever told her that her brother was her friend? Folks can't like folks just 'cause they has the same mama.

You are my face; I am you. Why did you leave me who am you? I will never leave you again Don't ever leave me again You will never leave me again You went in the water I drank your blood I brought your milk You forgot to smile I loved you You hurt me You came back to me You left me I waited for you

When one assumes that you can substitute license for freedom, when one assumes that you can use another's deficiency for one's own generosity, when one assumes that you can use another person's misery and nightmares in order to clarify your own dreams. When all of those things are done and completed, then the surrender and the betrayal of one's culture is also complete.

Six months into the bliss of edible sex, free-style music, challenging books and the company of an easy undemanding Bride, the fairy-tale castle collapsed into the mud and sand on which its vanity was built. And Booker ran away.