Quotes About Trust

You know Case, who oversees the dairy? He saw us together in the loft last week. He says I'm the biggest fool who ever lived. I don't think he's right. But, just to be safe, I'll put out the lamp. We'll pretend we're the ancient explorers, and find our way by the stars. Yours, Kai

She knows your mother isn't here to protect you any more. But you know what the solution is: stay out of her way. Stay here. Stay with me.

Hey," he pulled away and put his hand on my face. "What are you thinking about?" "Your butt," I admitted.

No. She was not going to fall for it again. She'd seen behind Oliver's mask of kindness and charm. He said all the right things, because he knew she would fall for them. And then he used her vulnerability to do one of two things: try to get into her pants or drive the stake further into her heart.

He hesitated. "Nothing, man. What are you doing right now?" I looked down. "Petting my snake." Malcolm laughed. "With anyone else, that would be a metaphor. Good thing I can always count on you.

Soze shook his head. "If someone checks our Internet search records, don't you think it will look suspicious that before we called the police, we checked up on the evidence?" Poe laughed mirthlessly. "We're Rose & Grave, junior. Everything we do looks suspicious.

My best friend, a liar. My society brothers, my lover, and now my best friend. Any second now, my parents would call and tell me they were actually space aliens. Or European royalty. Or Republicans.

Just remember, I am not going anywhere," he said, still watching her lips. "And if you ever try to hide from me, I will not believe you are dead. I will find you. Count on it.

As if Max needed her permission.

My first really long lovemaking experience was thirteen hours nonstop, from dusk to dawn. At that point I had been more accustomed to five or six hours at a time. And then, at some time further on in my exploration, my new lover and I were in bed for a solid twenty-one days, apart from the minimum of time required to care for bodily needs.

They tell me that it will be hard to find a man strong enough to love my own strength and independence, and not worry about being Mr. Diana Ross, but I disagree. I know absolutely that that man is somewhere out there.

I learned something from that. If someone asks me something that I really don't want to do, I say no. I have to trust that. And I'm not afraid to talk money.

She said 'Over my dead body!' so I took her at her word.

We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier?

She was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

There was something real breakable about Mary Ella and I was always afraid if I touched her in the wrong spot, she'd crack.

So, when it comes to making a decision, look at both sides, listen to your heart, then pick one and dive in.

One thing I was absolutely sure of was his love. Love made any problem solvable.

done for the last few days has been completely wrong, even though you did it with the best of intentions. This is the risk you agreed to take. There are always consequences." "Can I leave the baby with you?" she asked.

No matter how many people care about you, she thought, if you can't be open with them about who you truly are, you are still alone.

I bristled, but tried not to show it. The last thing I wanted today was an argument with Charlotte. She was still furious with me for telling Mary Ella the truth about her surgery—which I admitted to her before Ann Laing had a chance to tell her—and she was never going to let me forget about the beach trip, either. "I'm going to go over to the Harts' house this week to see how they're doing," I said

I think people put on a show that they're good," I said. "Maybe they even start to, like, believe it themselves. But people are really... not evil, exactly, but they just care about themselves. They don't really care about who they step on. They just pretend like they do. You can't trust them. You really can't trust anyone.

We got the message that day. We could be friends at home. But out in the world, we didn't know each other.

I couldn't believe Nonnie was telling me to go. Pushing me to go. And as I threw my underwear and one of Nonnie's old dresses and my transistor radio into the bag, I wondered if they was in on it together, all three of them. Nurse Ann and Mrs. Forrester and Nonnie. But I had to pick one person to trust, and I guessed that was going to have to be the lady who took me to the beach and told Mary Ella the truth and cared enough to ask me questions about my daddy.