Quotes About Trust

Command was a trick. You had to spread the illusion that you knew what you were doing as deep and as wide through your men as you could. Spread the illusion and hope for the best.

Being a parent means always being afraid. Afraid for your children. Afraid of your children.

He'd been happy to swear it when things were going well and supposed he couldn't just unswear it the moment things turned dicey. What kind of an oath would it be then?

Bayaz frowned. 'My brother Yulwei helped you in the desert. You would have been killed if not for him. Yo gave him your word-' 'Word? Hah! A word is an easy chain to break, old man.' And Ferro jerked her wrists apart in front of her. 'There. I am free of it.

I've always been my own worst enemy," he muttered. "Stick with me, then." Her smile had widened some. "You'll soon have worse.

A good liar lies as little as possible.

La forma de doblegar a una persona para que cumpla tu voluntad es ofrecerle lo que ella quiere, no obligarla a pronunciar un juramento.

Everything looks like a trap to you two.' 'Act that way,' said Clover. 'You'll never be surprised.

Where do we find allies?' Father Yarvi smiled. 'Among our enemies, where else?

Only friends get left behind. Enemies are always at your heels. The

I make no judgements on hearsay.

If anyone had asked him, Clover would've said there was less than no chance this'd be settled with talk. But you never realise how much hope you're holding till it gets knifed and thrown off a roof.

Hay tareas para las que no valen los hombres de fiar. Los conejos se cazan con comadrejas, no con bueyes.

Do you want this bauble?' He drew is knife now and held it out to Yarvi by the bright blade. "Then take it. But know that Mother War breathed upon me in my crib, it has been foreseen that no man kill me.

The love of the people is a ruler's surest shield against danger.

Loyalty on a mercenary is like armour on a swimmer.

They're in there? Morveer and his little echo?

Except that they are people and people are never to be trusted,' said Nothing.

What did I do?" She turned and looked at him, standing there, wet hair dripping round his face. "What did I do, back there?" "You got us through." "I meant-" "You got us through. That's all.

No one was safe in Valbeck now. Perhaps no one ever truly was. Perhaps safety was a lie people told themselves so they could carry on.

Logen tenía que haberse olido que uno no se debe fiar nunca de un tipo que no tiene pelo.

And they'll follow you?' asked one of Forest's aides. 'They'll follow anyone who feeds them,' said Jurand. 'Especially if he points them in the direction of home.

She looked down at them, both sleeping. Ardee on her side, one long-lashed eye closed and her mouth wide open. Harod on his back, tiny hands palm-up as if he was surrendering. So small. So perfect. So vulnerable. She remembered something her father once told her. Being a parent means always being afraid. Afraid for your children. Afraid of your children.

I used to have trust with reporters. Give them scoops. Those were the old days. It's very strange, when you give a story and it doesn't come out the right way.