Anyone can betray anyone.
The difference between treason and patriotism is only a matter of dates.
I hate a cramp. It is a treachery of one’s own body.
Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.
Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you’ve been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil.
Some words are wind, ser. Some are treason.
Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you — that would be the real betrayal.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
