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.
Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.
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.
Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.
