Quotes About Trust

Why, thought Ulf, should a grown man seek to defraud a gullible fish? Here is a tasty morsel—no! A concealed hook! Foolish, foolish fish...

If a person acts out of character, then there's one thing you can be sure of: there is something wrong. I have seen this so many times I have lost count.

She should not have taken any of these people at face value. She had been naive. But this conclusion, she realized, pointed unambiguously in the direction of cynicism. And she would not be a cynic. It was better to be naive, much better.

Znajdujemy w ?yciu to, czego szukamy, powiedzia? kiedy? do niej ojciec. I mia? racj?: je?li szukasz w ?yciu szcz??cia, znajdziesz szcz??cie, je?li szukasz nieufno?ci, zazdro?ci i nienawi?ci, to znajdziesz nieufno??, zazdro?? i nienawi??.

His dog might not be so much of an asset, but there was no rule that one had to declare a dog on the first date. That could be revealed later, when the relationship was strong enough to allow for disclosure of dogs, or even children.

Love was a form of blindness that closed eyes of 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." (Pg.46)

Hello, honey," he said. "You are a very nice fat lady. I like a soft mattress." She drew in her breath. "Then go home and lie down on your bed," she said. "Go back to your wife. I know her, by the way.

It was safer, he thought, to keep it to himself; because there are many ways of loving.

These men were like leeches; they sucked away at the goodness of a woman's heart until it was dry and all her love had been used" (pg.46)

was astonishing how life had a way of working out, even when everything looked so complicated and unpromising.

A sleeping partner?" "That's it. I always thought that was an odd expression, Mma. I always thought of a sleeping partner as being somebody who sat with his head on his desk and slept.

The forges of friendship, thought Angus, may be busy ones, but their dorrs are always open.

and these days I've come to prefer the more steady Bordeaux. I am no longer up to champagne from Ay: it's like a mistress: sparkling, flighty, vivacious, wayward - and not to be trusted. But Bordeaux is like a friend who in time of trouble and misfortune stands by us always, anywhere, ready to give us help, or just to share our quiet leisure. So raise your glasses - to our friend Bordeaux!

Whom, then, to love? Whom to believe? Who is the only one that won't betray us? Who measures all deeds, all speeches obligingly by our own foot rule? Who does not sow slander about us? Who coddles us with care? To whom our vice is not so bad? Who never bores us? Unlike a futile phantom-seeker who wastes effort in vain- love your own self, my honorworthy reader. A worthy object! Nothing more amiable surely exists.

Savelitch, whose sober conduct had rendered him worthy of being selected to take charge of me.

The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality.

Pray on, then, all you postponed and disappointed and impoverished people of God; pray on and faint not. Pray on: for the prayer is far better than the answer.

But how do you police friends who do not want to be policed? Already, Jake could sense the dynamics changing among his high school friends. Last week, his classmates had partied out of control.

When nurse-doctor relations are poor, patients die unnecessarily.

it...planted seeds of doubt as to whether we think diabolically enough when we wonder what our government is doing behind our backs.

There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.

The wretched and the miserable should turn to their Savior first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.

Everyone knows that God protects drunkards and lovers.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.