Quotes About Trust

The relationship between the prophet and the President, the priest and the President, is a sacred one.

Well, the whole story is in the book, but the short answer is that I was the first information architect in an organization that was traditionally design-oriented, and I felt I needed a tool to help me gain the trust and support of my colleagues.

People follow leaders by choice. Without trust, at best you get compliance.

If you tell the truth, you don't need a long memory.

As for Cash and me, it's a never-ending, ever-evolving process--I believe that's known as "marriage".

He saw clearly the truth other men didn't. If you gave anyone the power to hurt you, soon enough, they were going to use it.

You've always treated me like a lady. And 1 don't need flowers or dinner or jewelry. I only need you.

The Castle would never let anything bad happen to you. You could jump out one of these windows and the Castle would probably conjure up a hundred feather beds to break your fall." "Don't test that!

Uncle Bran lied," she told the griffin in a stage whisper. "But it's all right, because you're such a good boy!

Rufus, who didn't seem to like most men, was actually letting Lulath stroke his head and had his long tail lovingly coiled around one of Lulath's legs.

She drew herself up, pulling the shawl closed at her neck. "We have had a most trying day," she informed them with as much dignity as she could muster. "Prince Mihai has just left us and is no longer welcome anywhere near Dacia or me, and I am naked beneath this shawl. "So to answer your question, my lord: this is a terrible time.

My love, my love, do not forsake me. ~Anthea Cross-Thornley

Come along, Rufus," she said, and gave another tug. He sighed and stopped chewing the door, following Celie.

Jim Bakker came along. He said, Jessica Hahn, listen. You're a virgin. As God as my witness. He said, We need a girl that we can trust.

I know how you've always dreamed of an ordinary life, Caro, but why settle for ordinary when what we've got could be extraordinary? And I don't mean where and how we live. I mean being together, being friends, loving each other and trusting each other and being there for each other. We're so lucky to have found someone we can that that with. That's what's extraordinary.

Mom, I have to go. I think this Matt character is here." "Are you sure it's him?" Julie peered into the car as the window lowered. "I see a maniacal-looking guy with brightly-colored candy in one hand, and he's waving a sickle in the other. Oh! He's beckoning me to the car. This must be my ride.

I tell you that I like being this close to you and how you feel against me. But now even I'm hesitant. I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won't feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

My dad takes care of me as a manager and as a dad. That's his job, you know, to take care of me. He has my best interests at heart.

I can talk to my dad like he's my manager, and put 'Dad' on the back burner. We've been doing it since I was 13.

We started "dating" when I was in the eighth grade, but our time together was always chaperoned. Dad would even listen in on my phone calls, and my mom would scream at him to stop.

I couldn't believe my good fortune. I don't think Nick could either. In countless interviews, people asked him in front of me if he was jealous. "Her success is my success," he said again and again, so convincingly that even I almost believed him.

But to me, an emotional affair was worse than a physical one. It's funny, I know, because I had placed such an emphasis on sex by not having it before marriage. After I actually had sex, I understood that the emotional part was what mattered. And Johnny and I had that, which seemed far more of a betrayal to my marriage than sex.

When I love you, I want you to stick around.

When I asked my father whether he thought that it was possible that his mother was raped behind that closed door, he said, "She had washer-woman knees. No one could possibly think of her as a sexual object. Besides," he explained, "she would have told my sisters, and they would have told me." I am not so sure. Maybe someone needed to ask her. Someone needed to want to know, to be able to hear the answer.