It had been years since she questioned his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
Why had nobody ever told him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr Weasley, Cornelius Fudge ... why hadn’t anyone ever mentioned the fact that Harry’s parents died because their best friend had betrayed them?
People generally didn't cheat in good relationships.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
Mind what people do, not only what they say, for deeds will betray a lie.
I see a few friends – people I used to think were my friends – but they look away.
We met less than a week ago and in that time I've done nothing but lie and cheat and betray you. I know. But if you give me a chance ... all I want is to protect you. To be near you. For as long as I'm able.
Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
The worst kind of lie - the kind shrouded in good intentions. The kind cowards use to justify their weakness.
He felt at once betrayed and betrayer, deceived and deceiver. He was a criminal forced into crime.
It was a mistake,' you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.