Short aphorisms and quotes about betrayal and betrayal with meaning.

Unexpected meanness

Statuses about mean people will help show others how you feel about the trouble that happened to you.

If a person hits you in the back, it means he is simply afraid to look you in the face.
Some seem to have graduated with honors from the University of Betrayal, Faculty of Meanness, specializing in “Complete Inadequacy.”
Sometimes you look at a person and you realize that instead of a heart, he has a generator of meanness.
Certain actions of individuals make me doubt humanity.
It feels like some people have a moral shut-off button.
Meanness sometimes comes from people you least expect it from. Apparently, somewhere there are underground acting courses where they teach you to hide your true identity.
I could never understand how some people manage to be so vile and yet wear the mask of a saint.
I am convinced over and over again that the more decent a person wants to seem, the more rotten his insides are.
A couple more events like this and I’ll just start to fear people.
I give credits of trust until a person proves that he is unworthy of them. It's a shame that some people manage to do it so quickly.
When you look at some of the heinous acts, you begin to realize that you are just an angel.
Meanness is like a stab in the heart. The wound will never heal, the pain will remain forever.
I think that an evil heart is also a kind of gift from heaven. You can endlessly justify your actions and go towards your goal, not paying attention to the feelings of others.

Statuses on the topic “Old Age”

Grandmother stood to the side, a recipe, a worn wallet... And a tear ran down her cheek... A silent reproach to cruelty.

She quietly walked away and cried, because there was no money for medicine. Other people, having hidden the change, were in a hurry, vanity - vanity...

Everyone has their own problems... Everyone has their own destiny... And her walls were spinning, Her head hurt from tears...

He counts the last crumbs, I had to live up to this... On that piece of paper, there are only lines, Life depends on these lines...

And the woman, accepting as her own, The pain that she read in those eyes, She led her to the window, feeling sorry, And did not pass by the pain...

The old lady held hands, Afraid of losing hope... She walked obediently to the window, To give the recipe again...

That woman paid for everything, put the money in her palm... The grandmother’s tears froze... She didn’t believe it, it couldn’t be like that...

We are accustomed to not believing in good... We boldly pass by tears... We hid our souls behind the door, And for good - a silent question...

And grandma, having believed in a miracle, Having believed that there is good in the world, Perhaps she will remember for a long time, Answering goodness with a prayer...

The old woman, with a withered hand, wrote a letter to her children: “I am ashamed that I became like this, Time has made me like this.

I began to completely forget Events, even my acquaintances. And I don’t have the strength to make the bed, And I don’t have the strength to get to the icons.

I began to forget a long time ago what pills I needed. And lose things around the house, then look for them from a neighbor.

But I remember your every step, And I remember the first “mother”, How you brought dogs and cats, beaten by fate.

I remember your cheerful laugh and how you shared toys! How the first snow made you happy And your first freckles.

I can barely walk anymore and it’s hard to smile. If only I could live a little longer, even like this, I would have enough strength to wait for you.

To bury your withered cheek in the silky abyss of your hair, And become needed again like this, Although useless for a long time...

Forgive me, dear ones, I have long become a burden to you. There is only longing in my heart for you. It has settled as a painful burden.

And feeling the steps of death, I so want to hug you, press you to your mother’s breast, at least for a moment, at least for an hour.”

The old lady wrote a letter and carefully put it in the chest of drawers, After all, she doesn’t remember the address for a long time, But she believed that it would still arrive.

She is afraid of scandals like fire, a tired, aging mother. Slouching, she always rushes to help, ready to meet and see off. Her guardianship is simply annoying, Her questions are sometimes unnecessary. Her grandchildren involuntarily offend her, And the children repeat: close the door. And she interferes with everyone’s participation, She goes to bed late and gets up just before dawn. He fusses, fusses, decides everything, tries to give advice all the time. He imposes his recipes on the post, Then suddenly the “automatic machine” does not wash it right! Either he rearranges books and notes, or he inserts remarks at random. He gets worried when they come late, starts talking about God! And he leafs through the Bible so seriously, And he’s been going to church for some time now.

But the day has come. and the house became empty. She was then taken to the hospital. Everyone looked sadly into each other's eyes when they threw a handful of earth into the hole. And every time we didn’t have time to warm up our tea before work. They involuntarily remembered the old woman, Whom death had stolen from them. Everyone missed her questions! And the phone was treacherously silent. And so her care was not enough. And no one else was waiting. Everyone remembers how she baptized at the doorstep and went to consecrate the water in the temple. And God has happiness for her children. Only she knew how to ask! And, it seems, if she were alive, both words and feelings would be enough for her. What a pity that we understand only by losing, That a world without mothers is BOTH COLD and EMPTY.

Because we love each other.

Take a walk around the city together, at an hour when people are resting. You and I are infinitely young, Because we love each other.

But they grow old not from age - from the absence of the eyes of their loved ones. From a lack of hugs, simply, Without the necessary support.

Out of habit, living like robots, Doing only what is necessary, Friendship with the heart is then split. Life like this is comparable to hell.

So let's share the joy From the love that shines in our hearts. I was never afraid of old age, because it doesn’t happen in love.

To grow old on a pillow alone is the best reward of happiness. I like this life so much with you, Even if the whole sky is full of clouds.

And at night on the starry gate there is a reflection of happy destinies. You and I are infinitely young, Because we love each other.

Have you seen how old people cry? Silently, without strain and hysterics, a tear will slide down the grooves of the cheek, and in the faded eyes the desire to BELIEVE,

That you and I are interested in their life, And where it hurts, and what they dreamed about at night And you hear how their heart trembles, And how it wants simple warmth

Have you seen how they wait for a call, an ordinary phone call? How dry fingers tremble, Not noticing the buttons of friends

What a joy it is to finally hear Their quiet voice, kind and earthly. What a joy it is to know that somewhere there is your dearest person.

Let old people never cry. Let their voice be heard over the phone. We are children as long as we have someone to call, As long as we love them, as long as we remember.

Well, where have you met aging women? Well, who told you that the woman’s age is over? All of us girls, from cradle to retirement, want happiness, only happiness! Forever.

Well, is it really a problem that wrinkles like lace, Life is not easy, circled the eyes And gray hair curled someone’s braids - Instead of snow-white bows!

Perhaps the blush is not bright today, But the eyes sparkle as before, And the heart sings. - Well, what old age! Don't believe whoever told you this!

What is meanness?

Statuses about meanness are the best way to show your opinion about the behavior of some acquaintances.

I realized that being mean is just a way of survival for some people who just haven't learned any better. All you have to do is stay away from such people.
I am not afraid that they will treat me meanly. I am afraid that meanness will take root in my heart and I will become like those whom I now despise.
Betraying a person who believed in you is like trampling a flower that you grew with your own hands.
Human baseness is sometimes deeper than the Mariana Trench. True, going down to the bottom of meanness is much easier. No wonder many people do this so often.
Mean people taught me a valuable lesson. Now I don’t trust anyone I meet and keep my secrets under lock and key.
Meanness is a weapon of weak people who are afraid to be sincere and open.
I always ask for one thing: that there are no people around me who take advantage of me and are ready to stab me in the back at any moment.
There is too much betrayal, evil and hatred in the world. Not all people have a good heart. But I will continue to believe that there are those who have a pure soul. Only they deserve to be near us.
For me there is nothing worse than betrayal. If everyone around you is wearing masks, you feel like you are surrounded by monsters from the underworld.
Thank you to those who hurt me. Thanks to you, I have become stronger and more experienced. It’s a pity that the scars on my soul will never heal and my former naivety will never return.
I won't be like those who hurt me. No matter what happens. It is better to die than to give up your moral principles.
They say that you should treat others as you would like them to treat you. I don’t believe that some people want to be treated so disgustingly and cynically. Although I'm ready to try...

When loved ones betrayed

Statuses on meanness and betrayal of loved ones will help show how hurt you were by someone you trusted completely.

The closer a person is, the easier it is for him to deliver a deadly blow directly to the heart.
I thought that I was surrounded by close people who loved me. But then I realized that the ring was gradually narrowing...
I would rather be alone all my life than continue to be around those who treat me this way.
Betrayal by a truly close person, whom you trusted completely, is the same as death. Only it is not the body that perishes, but the soul.
It is sometimes impossible to restore trust after betrayal. It’s easier to accept that you simply do not and cannot have close people.
One day I will forget how meanly my loved ones behaved towards me. But will this scar on my heart heal?
I thought I had a family. But just one act of a loved one, and a dark abyss of boundless loneliness opened before me.
I regret that I once wanted to trust someone. This was a tragic mistake.
I will never again be able to tell those who betrayed me so cynically that I love them. Because I can't lie. And they could...
Mean people think only about themselves. I think it's time to start following their example.
We are told that we need to be kind and sympathetic. For some reason, many people understand these words in diametrically opposite ways.

Statuses with meaning about vile people

Experience has taught me that if people do things against you, it will ultimately benefit you.
Always forgive human stupidity - it is never intentional, but never forgive human meanness - it is always intentional.

Everything in this life serves as a lesson for us, You will pay for everything - no matter how long you live. But nothing backfires like meanness... and betrayal of love.

There are people who do mean things gracefully and tastefully... You just want to shake his hand, look into his eyes and ask - Well, are you enjoying yourself?

Do not poison your soul because of those who have offended you. Today they are “on horseback”, and tomorrow they will drown in their own shit.

Scary mix

A terrible mix of meanness and flattery... Flattery is in your eyes, and meanness is behind your back. Two in one. In an explosive hellish mixture - Two poisons in one capsule.

The flatterer will give you Praise with a sweet smile, hiding a knife in his pocket. He will get into your soul without soap, He will hide a lie behind your support.

He will entwine you with invisible nets, and he will pretend to be your friend. Just know that He will grab you with his claws on occasion. Drive

On your own behalf, get such a “friend”! Be able to open it in time. The flatterer will not give a life preserver - He comes to drown.

I feel sorry for those people who don’t have their own normal family life, and they still meddle in someone else’s to mess up there too!

Sooner or later I will forget you. and then the law of meanness will work: you will remember me.

The more unsuccessful a person is in life, the more envious and poisonous he is, like a silent viper and attacks those who walk on their feet and do not crawl in the mud like herself...

Some “comrades” will first get into your soul without soap, and then... they will definitely come with it, and they won’t forget to grab a rope for you.

The meanest way to leave a woman is to create conditions for her in which she is forced to leave on her own.

More often than others, the water is muddied by those who swim shallowly.

Don't dig a hole for someone else. Once you get carried away, you won’t be able to get out of it on your own.

We should not be afraid of physically strong people, not evil people, or even mentally unstable people. You should be wary of cunning and vile people, because you never know for sure what to expect from them, how low they can act, and how far they can go in their actions.

There are people - idols, icons, there are people - zombies, people - yeti. And there are friends - CHAMELEONS. They are the meanest in the world!)))

The final defeat is always suffered by those people who, blinded by their anger, cease to notice how their outright meanness becomes obvious to everyone around them.

Mean people are like cats... They take a shit... and then they try to disguise this fact.

It hurt me that you didn’t hear... After all, I tried... to tell you a lot... You were out of my life... You just walked out... You were just a player who loved to play... You were just passing the time - out of boredom... And you watched as I started go crazy... You saw how you stretched out your hands, But your eyes were so empty... You probably... are getting high. That somewhere... someone loves you... You know how to kill just with a word, But you know, life is long - it will judge...

It can be difficult to forgive an offense, but admitting that you are wrong is even more difficult. Someone else’s truth strikes carelessly, so we don’t know what to do with it.

The generous one will listen wisely, and will not say unequivocally: “This is the enemy!” He won’t implicitly accuse you of all sins, Because you just think wrong.

And the little souls accumulate anger, quietly spoil, silently betray. They gloat, giggling at the coffin, and spit in the back of the departing one.

The most important thing after experiencing meanness is not the ability to forget, but the ability to continue to believe that not all people are the same...

How to live when betrayed?

What to do if you are tormented by thoughts about the meanness of people? Statuses will help you get support in a difficult situation.

After facing such boundless meanness, all that remains is to hide and lick your wounds.
You think that bad people are somewhere far away, only in books or films. But what a surprise when you realize that they have always been there.
Life taught me a cruel but valuable lesson. I can't believe anymore. I won't open my heart anymore. I don't want to live anymore. But it will pass.
Sometimes human meanness is as limitless as the ocean. Only now the ocean ends, but meanness has no end.
There have been several betrayals in my life. And with each of them I became more and more cynical and cruel. Well, now I can say about myself that I have become a vile person.
For some reason, for some people, personal gain trumps moral principles. You know, I envy them a little. Not everyone can use those who trust them so openly and cynically.
Lack of empathy, that is, empathy, is a sign of psychopathy. Based on this principle, I am surrounded by only psychopaths.
I want to briefly find myself in a world where there is no betrayal, where you can trust, where people value each other and do not want to hurt. It's a pity that this world exists only in my imagination.
Human meanness can manifest itself in the most unexpected situations. It’s a pity that this happens much less often with positive personality traits.
How to forget about what happened in the past? How to survive betrayal? How to start living again? I don't know yet. But I hope that strong armor will appear on my heart and no one else will be able to hurt me like that.
I think that meanness is a defense mechanism.
It's easier to be angry and selfish than to be altruistic. It is easier to crawl like a snake than to fly like a bird. Statuses about meanness and betrayal will help show that you are wounded, but not broken. You can survive any difficult situation. The main thing is to have an experience that in the future will help you immediately see a person capable of low actions and not let him into your heart.

Statuses about old age

The less you think about old age, the later it comes to you. And even when she comes, lock her in a dusty closet, and go travel.

I wonder what statuses we will have in old age? Hurray, I received a pension - everyone gets Corvalol at my expense!

Such a small thing to meet old age with the one you want, and not with the one you need!

Here comes old age... And where is the wisdom?

Sclerosis cannot be cured, but it can be forgotten.

Old age is when you get tired before you have time to sweat.

For a long life you have to pay with old age.

Old age is when time no longer heals, and a bright future no longer shines.

Childhood strives for life, adolescence tastes it, youth revels in it, mature age tastes it, old age regrets it, decrepitude gets used to it.

One day you will come to the dacha not to drink, but to plant cucumbers. This will be old age.

We often say: “But there will be something to remember in old age...” And in old age, BAM - and SCLEROSIS.

When children are born in our family, we are still young... When grandchildren are born, a second youth comes...)

A person of mature age has two main problems: how to live until retirement, and how to survive on it.

Old age begins when more money is spent on maintaining health than on its destruction.