Quotes About Trust

He that has many friends, has no friends.

Fair weather friends are not worth much.

Misfortune tests the sincerity of friendship.

He that is neither one thing nor the other has no friends.

Never soar aloft on an enemy's pinions.

Danger sometimes comes from a source that is least suspected.

The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox. That will do, said he. That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future .Do not trust flatterers.

If you are wise you won't be deceived by the innocent airs of those whom you have once found to be dangerous.

One winter a Farmer found a Viper frozen and numb with cold, and out of pity picked it up and placed it in his bosom. The Viper was no sooner revived by the warmth than it turned upon its benefactor and inflicted a fatal bite upon him; and as the poor man lay dying, he cried, "I have only got what I deserved, for taking compassion on so villainous a creature." Kindness is thrown away upon the evil.

It is in vain to expect our prayers to be heard.

Trust not your security to one who puts his own interests first.

Are you carrying anything that could be dangerous for the other passengers? O just my heart!

However much you love somebody, you should always keep a part of yourself to yourself. Never give it all. You can never be yourself otherwise.

And trust dies from ifs and buts

If a boy, if a man, asks you if you're all right and you say yes, he'll always believe you and get on with what he wants to do. It's just the way they're made.

I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.

He breathed in her hair, the sweet-smelling thickness of it. My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed stance and jaw was the word Provider, and he loved her the way a bird-watcher's heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves. Check, says the bird-watcher. Sure, said my father, tapping a handful of mail against her back.

They'd been married for years, and he wanted her to give up the last thread of cover so she would stand before him nude and he could make love to her entire skin. Well, of course that made her head fall off. Of course.

You can't predict the outcome. You can't raise a child and then tell them what to think.

When I crossed the street, according to my mother, I still had to hold someone's hand. At ten, I would be able to cross streets unhanded. I'd held on to Joseph's many times before, for many years, but holding his was like holding a plant, and the disappointment of fingers that didn't grasp back was so acute that at some point I'd opted to take his forearm instead.

peeing into a cup.

But the fact was, Sherrie Marla trusted him already. When he took the ice off, and showed to her his new symmetry, she didn't flinch. His face was him to her now. It was not a map or an indicator of some abstract idea. Turned out it was only the first impression he needed to alter.

Beneath it all was a kind of faith.

No matter how good or successful you are or how clever or crafty, your business and its future are in the hands of the people you hire. To put it a bit more dramatically, the fate of your business is actually in the hands of the youngest recruit on the staff.