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Quotes / Your Cheating Heart

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'Lord, ain't it sad', said the woman across the hall
'That a nice boy like that falls in love
Hey, it's just too bad that he had to go and fall
For a girl who doesn't care for him at all'
No, I don't want to hear it anymore
I don't want to hear it anymore
'Cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
Oh, they talk so loud
And the walls are much too thin
Scott Walker, "I Don't Want to Hear it Anymore"

Every time I think about you
Heaven knows I fall into a groove
You're like a great interlude
Every time I think about your body my body says ooh ooh
Every time I think about you heaven needs a prayer
Cuz you're married and you've even got a family too
Pray that they don't hear you
Now let me see you dance on your tippy toe
Utada Hikaru, Tippy Toe

Your cheatin' heart will make you weep,
You'll cry and cry and try to sleep.
But sleep won't come the whole night through,
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you.

Makes you wonder
Who's cheatin' who?
And who's being true?
And who don't even care anymore?
Makes you wonder
Who's doin' right
With someone tonight?
And whose car is parked next door?
Charly McClain, "Who's Cheatin' Who?" (later covered by Alan Jackson)

Thou shalt commit adultery.
— The Seventh Commandment as misprinted in the "wicked" Bible of 1631

The first man who can think up a good explanation how he can be in love with his wife and another woman is going to win that prize they're always giving out in Sweden!
Maggie, The Women

...Buddy doesn't care what Powers is doing to his wife. Arranged for him to do what he's doing to her. Any more than she cares about what he's doing to Avril, which, of course, is what you were doing to Donna, till she turned around and did it to you.
Stone, City of Angels

Where there's a husband who won't, there's a neighbor who will!
Redd Foxx, You Got to Wash Your Ass

So basically, Eddie Cibrian is a cheating slut who just can’t stop being a cheating slut. LeAnn’s ass probably knows this and she just looks the other way. When LeAnn walks in on Eddie with a mouthful of side snatch, she shrugs and then skips off to the kitchen to make herself a laxative-tini. When LeAnn kisses Eddie hello and a curly, black pube ends up in her mouth, she pulls it out, shrugs and then skips off to her laptop to tweet about how he’s the great love of her life (after Twitter, of course).

I swear, sometimes good dick is a thing of evil. It blurs your vision and screws with your brain. Before Eddie came along, LeAnn didn’t seem that crazy to me. But then when she got herself some good dick, her brain turned inside/out and delusion became her best friend.

Letters to another woman! You told me forever.
Unnamed lady, Lazer Collection 5

‘Oh yes, my wonderful and supportive father, who ditched Mama before she was even gone, and me before she was two weeks in the ground. He can rot in Hell in the cell next to Shinji’s father. They can swap ‘cheating on your child’s mother’ tips.’ “He can stay wherever the Hell he is now. He’ll get all the care from me that he gave my mother and I,”
Asuka, A Crown of Stars, chapter 33

May's in love with Kay's husband,
He's in love with Sue!
Sue's in love with May's husband,
What are they to do?
Tom's in love with Tim's wife,
She's in love with Sam!
Sam's in love with Tom's wife,
So they're in a jam!
Allegro, title song

She drives off down Birch to the west, under orange maples. He doesn't bother to watch the taillights or see where she turns. It would be an indignity to them both, She's too smart not to drive past the rehearsal auditorium first. Besides: He's already stood at the window on previous nights and watched the taillights. He's done it all, all things desperate and disgusting. Looked up the unknown numbers on the phone bill log. Checked the pockets of her previous night's clothes. Gone through her purse for notes. He finds no notes. Just courtroom exhibits A through Z of his shame.

His weeks of disbelief long ago changed into a free fall many times scarier than their youthful stint at skydiving. The panic of discovery soon thickened into grief, the kind he felt when his mother died. Then grief transmuted into virtue, which he nursed in secrecy for weeks, until virtue collapsed under its own explosive growth into bitter immobility. Every question is a voluntary madness. Who? Why? How long? How often before?

What does it matter? Leave your overcoat unbuttoned. Now he just wants peace, and to be near her a little longer, for as long as he can, before she smashes everything just to punish him for finding out.


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