Quotes About Trust

There are all the things I told him and he told me. I've never done that with anyone other than Saz- essentially waked up to them and said, 'Here is me. All the messy, unattractive things that I keep locked up inside. Every last ugly, broken, complicated piece.' And he didn't bat an eye. He just opened his mouth and showed me some of his own messy pieces. And instead of running away, he kissed me.

Ho imparato che a questo mondo c'è qualcosa di buono, se si sa dove cercare. Ho imparato che non tutte le persone sono una delusione, me compreso, e che sopra una collina alta 383 metri si può provare un'ebbrezza maggiore che in cima a una torre se hai accanto la persona giusta.

You have been in every way all that anyone could be.… If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

And in that moment there's nothing I fear except losing hold of her hand.

When a person goes into a relationship emotionally needy, they are not going to have discernment in choosing people.

There's no better feeling than looking into a dog's eyes. It's like they fetch all the love you can possibly throw out and then give it back to you. That, and they know all your secrets." -Ari

Del's face was ravaged. "Tiger, please—" I shook my head. "You told me once I loved you. Maybe so. Maybe I do. But right now, with all of this, I find it very hard even to like you." Del, too shocked, said nothing. I turned the stud loose and rode.

What did he do to you?" I asked her, ignoring the darkening of the bear's looming face. "Nothing," she declared, enunciating distinctly. "Do you think every man wants to get me in his bed?" "Every man who's not dead already—or gelded.

He turned to me. "Call me later?" "Yes." "Promise?" "I promise," I said. And then he leaned down and kissed me. And this time it wasn't Romeo kissing Juliet. It was Quinn kissing Delia. And that was even better.

They didn't talk the way new lovers often do, sharing everything; they were selective and wary. Sometime it seemed to her their relationship was mostly physical, something she enjoyed.

You may be thinking, What if she's emotionally damaged after crying? What if she never trusts me again? Your natural inclination is to just soothe her. And yet, you've been doing that—for weeks, months, or years—and that hasn't helped her sleep. What's more, the long-term effects of sleep deprivation are far worse than a few days of your child's frustration in learning a new skill or accepting a new limit.

Love", I said, "is the rug they pull out from under you. Love is Lucy always lifting the football at the last second so that Charlie Brown falls on his ass. Love is something that every time you believe in it, it goes away. Love is for suckers, and I'm not going to be a sucker ever again.

I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.

and more relaxed about living with uncertainty about the rest.

She had handed him her heart in her hands without truly knowing whether this quiet, enclosed man could be trusted with it. But it had gone; it had flown from her as if it had always been his, regardless of what he wanted to do with it.

She is resisting the Internet idea...because she doesn't want to one day tell her children that she posted an ad on the Internet, interviewed twenty-five hopeful candidates, and finally their father turned up and looked good in comparison with the rest of them. It just doesn't seem right.

It's just . . . you know. I've been cheated on in the past, and it was so hard. It hurt so much. And I thought I knew you so well, and I panicked. But you can't . . . you can't ever know another person. Not through and through. People have their reasons for things. And you can choose to love them for who they are, and, well, that's the deal. That's how it is.

It would be lovely, wouldn't it, whenever you're going through something difficult, if someone could just tap you on the shoulder and say, "Don't worry, it's completely worth it. It seems like absolutely horrible crap now, but I promise it will all come good in the end," and you could say, "Thank you, Fairy Godmother.

Is this a love potion?" "Oh goodness, no, you don't need that," said Bronagh. "No. It's for the bond that holds two sisters, one of the strongest things on earth. Forged in steel, hard as iron, easy to burn, never to break. Goodspeed home.

Don't worry, it's completely worth it. It seems like absolutely horrible crap now, but I promise it will all come good in the end

Taking what is not yours can never bring you or the ones you love any happiness.

My fear of the future, she says, has not yet failed.

I have the most amazing support network around me.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.