And be these juggling fiends no more believed, that palter with us in a double sense; that keep the word of promise to our ear, and break it to our hope.
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
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.
Anyone can betray anyone.
There’s such divinity doth hedge a king, that treason can but peep to what it would.
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.
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.
Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.
Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.
Why is betrayal the only truth that sticks?
We are oftener treacherous through weakness than through calculation.[L’on fait plus souvent des trahisons par faiblesse que par un dessein formé de trahir.]
