Betrayal and Disappointment

We will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

He who never puts his trust in any man will never be deceived.

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show’st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster.

T’ abhor the makers, and their laws approve, Is to hate traitors and the treason love.

The moment there is suspicion about a person’s motives, everything he does becomes tainted.

WHEN A SINISTER PERSON MEANS TO BE YOUR ENEMY, THEY ALWAYS START BY TRYING TO BECOME YOUR FRIEND.

O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

In friendship false, implacable in hate:

Barkis is willin’.

Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.

Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper.

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stol’n from me by my daughter!

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

We admit that when the divinity we worshipped made itself visible and comprehensible we crucified it.

Expectation improperly indulged in must end in disappointment.

Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel.

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

A woman’s vows I write upon the wave.

A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Trust none; For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.

The infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile, Stirr’d up with envy and revenge, deceiv’d The mother of mankind.