#betray

You will touch the height of success , You will be the Hall of fame , The world will be touchin your toes , You'll be presented with the diamond crown!! But the day you'll look down, I'll be nowhere around ↗

— Aditya Chandel

#love #pain #love

I lay it down as a fact that if all men knew what others say of them, there would not be four friends in the world. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#frienship #men

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#daughter #jalil #men #sad #sorrow

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you. ↗

— David Levithan

#trust #trust

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #peeta #relationships #the-hunger-games #trust

Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#suffering #trust #trust

A good friend will always stab you in the front. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#friends

The guilt of not telling Frankie about Matt and me is overwhelming, but it's a pale second to the violation I feel that she read my most private, raw thoughts and destroyed them. She broke into my carefully guarded heart, stole the only remaining connection I had to Matt, and turned it into a monstrosity. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#guilt

The most common form of despair is not being who you are. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#truth #despair

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave? ↗

— Emily Brontë

#heartbreak #love #death