#betrayal

A dream you once were, A dream of all my realities, A dream I can no long strive for In the wake of my manly betayals ↗

— C. Elizabeth

#dreams #heartache #lost-love #reality #dreams

We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another. ↗

— Roman Payne

#affairs #betrayal #dreams #nocturnal #poetry

Wait, Armand, he heard behind him but kept walking, ignoring the calls. Then he remembered what Emile had meant to him and still did. Did this one bad thing wipe everything else out? That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad. But not today. Gamache stopped. ↗

— Louise Penny

#choice #friendship #friendship

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#flings #friendship #love #relationships #friendship

Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes, knows peace, lives connected to truth. Not writing is ache, betrayal, death of the soul and imagination. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#betrayal #death #imagination #jamie-weise #love

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it. ↗

— Sara Gruen

#body #denial #life #mind #truth

Sometimes, instead of being hurt, you should look at betrayal as a gift. It makes it that much easier to sweep it up and toss it out with the rest of the trash. And why is that you ask? Because trash starts to stink...and when it does, it has no more value in your life. ↗

— Donna Schoenrock

#hurt #life

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray. ↗

— Albert Camus

#loyalty #relationships #love

Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#love #love

Tears welled in Penelope's eyes, making the blue even darker. Then she reeled back and slapped him hard enough that his cheek stung. "That is for what you did to me. Not in the dark, Jeremy. Not as the faceless lover. Not even for today when you made love to me... or perhaps we should call it 'fucking', since there was nothing loving about it, only manipulation". Her voice shook as hard as her hands as she turned on her heel and headed for the door. "It's for betraying my friendship". ↗

— Jess Michaels

#friendship