Quotes About Trust

But it seemed to her that Mma Ramotswe needed persuading, and so she continued, "What else do you need in life, Mma? You have a fine husband—which is one of the most important things that anybody can have.

It is sometimes easier to be happy if you don't know everything.

No buts, Bertie. If you don't keep your promise then you'll get into serious trouble. Big time. You could go to prison, and then what? And there's God too. God watches these things and if he sees you breaking promises he can really get you. He does it all the time.

The juvenile adage Never kiss and tell had a sound moral instinct behind it.

But just because somebody has lots of sweets does not mean that he has stolen them. One thing, you see, does not always lead to another.

there is faith and faith. One form of faith is actual practice—the rituals and so on—the other form of faith involves actually believing in it.

usually better to seek the advice of a stranger—not just any stranger, of course, as one could hardly go out onto the street and confide in the first person one encountered, but a stranger whom you knew to be wise.

Although she had only started being a detective, Precious was well aware that you had to be able to show people something if you wanted them to believe it.

But there were many things that one did not really believe that one did not want to disbelieve, just in case they might be true – which they clearly were not, of course.

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni had been uncertain what to say. He wondered whether he should ask Mma Ramotswe why she had not consulted him, but decided against it. If husbands started to question their wives' decisions, then where would it end, and what purpose would it serve? You could not undo what your wife had done.

substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one

We should not be too surprised by the kindness of strangers, as it is always there.

They meet these women who hang about in bars waiting for other women's husbands. This city is full of women like that." She looked at Alice, and there flowed between them a brief current of understanding. All women in Botswana were the victims of the fecklessness of men.

You know something?" he said to Jamie. "I've never believed in God, but I do believe in his love.

There's no excuse," said Isabel firmly. "Biscuits are trivial, but lies are not.

You never know whom you're going to marry. But what you really want is to marry somebody who's kind. That's the most important thing, you know. They don't have to be good looking or rich or anything like that - but they have to be kind.

love was a form of blindness that closed the eyes to the most glaring faults. You could love a murderer, and simply not believe that your lover would do so much as crush a tick, let alone kill somebody. There would be no point trying to dissuade her.

Skepticism had its place, but we should not lose sight of the possibility that some beliefs were both necessary and beneficial--a belief in human goodness being a prime example of this. There were plenty of grounds to doubt human goodness; but if one ceased to believe in it, then we would lose the comfort of trust. And people needed their scraps of comfort in this world if they were to be able to deal with hardship and disappointment.

sometimes the people who were closest to you were also those who were furthest away.

The country must be full of liars," she continued. "There must be liars around every corner. Liars hiding behind every bush. Liars just waiting to tell lies about something. Unrepentant liars. Old liars, young liars; perhaps even babies whose first word is a lie. Perhaps

course she wanted Jamie to the exclusion of all others—what were the precise words of the marriage service, before linguistic meddling had destroyed its poetry? Forsaking all others? What a powerful, resonant word was forsake. The phrase forsaking all others meant so much more, made its point so much more emphatically than its weaker alternatives.

I promise to share all my worldly goods-including letters, parcels and other items of correspondence, opened or unopened.

That was what the story of Goldilocks and the three bears was all about: breach of trust.

Trust your nose, but make sure it's pointing in the right direction.